Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Stanley’s recounting was thorough, his tone fluctuating but unbiased. He neither exaggerated nor omitted details, relaying the events completely.

After hearing everything, Stephan furrowed his brows. “Imogen, you’ve misunderstood. I kept things from you because I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, the real culprit behind Archie’s death isn’t the Fuller family. I’m close to uncovering who it is. Just wait a little longer ”

“Wait?” Imogen laughed angrily. “After everything, you’re still lying to me? For the sake of the Fuller family–for the sake of Felicia- you’re ready to abandon your own blood relatives?”

She sneered, “Fine! If that’s the case, then make a choice. Either I die in front of you, or you order the extermination of the Fuller family and kill Felicia!”

No one expected Imogen’s anger to reach this level. She suddenly drew a knife and held it to her own neck

Her emotions were so intense that her motion carried enough force, which immediately drew a red line across her neck. The red was a stark contrast against her fair skin.

Stephan’s expression changed dramatically. “Imogen, put it down!

No one expected things to escalate this much so suddenly. Stanley, Andy, and all the Russell family

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all frozen in shock.

Stanley, reacting quickly, intended to take advantage of Imogen’s blindness and stealthily subdue her and snatch the knife away. But Imogen, knowing them all too well, immediately shouted, “Don’t come near me! Take one more step, and I’ll kill myself right here!”

Stanley halted instantly, terrified.

The sight of a pregnant woman with a knite in her hand and threatening to take her own life was horrifying enough. But adding to the tension was Imogen’s notoriously stubborn personality. Despite her usual gentle demeanor, the Russell family’s inherent streak of madness ran deep in her veins.

Now, in her emotional frenzy, she seemed fully capable of harming herself.

“It’s either my life or hers. Choose! Imogen pressed the knife against her neck, her cold smile unwavering.

This shocking scene left everyone reeling except for Johanna.

She wasn’t surprised at all. After all, it had been her idea. Even the knife Imogen now wielded was one Johanna had discreetly handed

Before the helicopter landed, Johanna had whispered to Imogen, “Imogen, I dreamed of my brother last night. He told me to take good care of you and the child… It pains me so much that our enemy is right before us, yet we can’t avenge him!”

Imogen, who was deeply in love with Archie and was consumed by grief over his death, had made revenge her obsession.

Johanna’s carefully crafted words, laced with subtle provocations and embellishments, pushed Imogen into agreeing to this desperate plan. She was forcing Stephan’s hand with her life! noveldrama

The strategy proved extremely effective.

Imogen, driven mad by her emotions, had resorted to this extreme course of action.

Holding the knife against her neck, she began to count down. “I’ll give you one minute to decide. Counting down now…”

Stephan took a deep breath and said, “Imogen, this isn’t you. Someone must be misleading you Calm down and put the knife down first!

As he spoke, his gaze briefly landed on Johanna

That single glance, cold and amenacing, made Johanna feel as though she was already dead. Terrified, she instinctively took a step back.

Imogen, however, was deaf to reason. Clutching the knife tightly, she continued counting down the seconds. “Fifty–four, fifty–three.”

“Imogen, even if we assume Dexter was truly responsible for Archie’s death, what does that have to do with Felicia?”

“A father’s debt should be repaid by his children. Isn’t that how it works?” Imogen tilted her chin upward, genuinely believing she was justified

To her, Stephan’s repeated opposition and blatant defense of Felicia only fanned the flames of her anger.

“Stephan, can you honestly say you’re not forsaking revenge for Archie just to protect this girl? Do you think what you’re doing is fair

to me as your sister? To Archie, who fought and died for you?”

If those words weren’t cutting enough, what Imogen said next was the dagger aimed directly at Stephan’s heart.

“Stephan, do you even remember how I lost my sight? Do you?”

she pointed at her unfocused eyes, her face filled with a mix of disappointment and fury. Tears streamed down her pale, delicate

cheeks.

One by one, the memories of the past came flooding back.