The Return Of The CROWNED HEIRESS
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Felicia Fuller was dead. When she died, she had a broken leg and was blind in one eye. Everyone applauded, saying she deserved it. That included her parents and the man she loved-her fiancé, Arnold Lawson.
However, they later braved the snow and ice like madmen to find her body, saying they were going to take her home. ...
After Felicia died, her soul returned to the Fuller residence. She saw the Fuller residence glowing with lights, Kayla Fuller playing a beautiful piano piece under the spotlight, with Myra Walsh and Dexter Fuller smiling indulgently. The three of them were a picture of joy and harmony. As the song ended, the house phone suddenly rang. The news of Felicia's death came through. After a moment of silence,
Myra coldly said, "It serves her right. If she's going to die, she should've chosen a place far away instead of bothering us!"
With a dark expression, Dexter Fuller said gruffly, "Tell Felicia that even when causing trouble, there should be a limit. Does she think she can use a stunt like this to get our attention? It's disgusting. She's a disgrace to the Fuller family!"
Kayla, eyes red and teary, whispered timidly, "Dad, Mom, please don't blame her. It's all my fault. If I hadn't taken her place, she wouldn't have done so many awful things out of jealousy-"
"You're just too kind for your own good. Felicia brought this on herself!" said a warm, low voice.
With that, a tall, refined man with a gentle smile walked toward Kayla.
"Arnie!" Kayla instantly jumped to her feet and ran into his arms.
He was Arnold Lawson, Felicia's fiancé.
What a heartwarming family scene. Felicia smiled as she watched the three most important people in her life shower Kayla with love and affection. And as she did, tears of blood filled her eyes.
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