Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

After driving Howell and Tabitha away, Felicia pushed the thought of them away. She knew they would likely pester Kayla knowing how shameless they were

This was fine. Threats and intimidation worked on Howell and Tabitha, and Felicia believed the couple wouldn’t dare to cause trouble for her again anytime soon.

Felicia turned her attention to her books..

Information and records about bronze bells were scattered and hard to come by. One book might only contain minor

information, and the collected books and materials piled up.

After two days of relentless reading, Felicia’s head spun, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Stanley couldn’t bear to see her like this and offered to help. Felicia handed him about ten books. But after reading just three, he started whining about eye strain and fled!

How unreliable.

Felicia slumped onto the couch and closed her eyes to rest. But the weight of the matter, coupled with the fear of sleepwalking again, made her restless.

That was when Sebastian showed up.

When the maid informed her of his arrival, Felicia rubbed her eyes, baffled at how Sebastian had found her address. Their last encounter at the cafe had ended on a sour note. She couldn’t fathom what brought him here now.

She sighed and sat up before telling the maid to let him in.

Soon, footsteps approached, novelbin

Felicia saw Sebastian, who appeared just as exhausted with similar bloodshot eyes. Their eyes met. Anyone who witnessed the scene would have to admit that these two were undeniably siblings.

Felicia massaged her temples and muttered helplessly, “Sebastian, I’ve already told you everything I know. Why are you here again?”

Sebastian’s visit could only mean trouble. But his response caught her off guard. “I’m sorry.”

“What did you say?” Felicia thought she had misheard. Was the world ending? Or was there something wrong with her hearing? “I’m sorry,” Sebastian repeated.

He stepped closer and crouched in front of Felicia. His handsome face looked tired, but his gaze was firm. He said hoarsely, “I’ve never been a good brother to you. I’m sorry, Licia.”

That day at the café, he had sat and pondered for a long time.

The image of Felicia’s tear–filled eyes and her bitter smile after his accusations and questioning replayed in his mind repeatedly. Every time he thought of it, a wave of guilt and remorse washed over him.

It seemed he had hurt her countless times. Other than blaming her, what had he done as her brother to support the family?

Before Felicia could respond, Sebastian sighed. “I’ve found the last known location where our parents disappeared. I have to find them. I don’t know if I’ll have another chance. So, before I leave, I decided to apologize. I know you won’t acknowledge me as your brother, but I still want to do this. I’m sorry, Licia.”

After apologizing, Sebastian stood up. He instinctively reached out to pat Felicia’s head, just like he used to. But halfway through, he stopped and withdrew his hand.

It wasn’t until Sebastian left that Felicia snapped out of it. What did he mean he might not have another chance?

Where exactly had their parents been taken? And what had happened to cause their disappearance?