Chapter 516

What do we do now?

Mura was on the verge of tears. Clutching Felicia’s arm desperately, she begged, “Licia, can you please do something? You’re skilled in medicine!” A throbbing headache pulsed from the noise. She stared at Myra and asked, “If I truly wanted to stand by and do nothing, would I have even helped you in the first place?” Meena’s frantic pleas made her feel cornered. It would seem like she was giving in under pressure, receiving no credit. That would sting her pride. But if she didn’t help, she’d be branded heartless.

Felicia shook off Myra’s grip and moved away to search for medicinal herbs. Myra paused, finally realizing the weight of her words. They were laden with guilt and moral coercion, implying she didn’t trust Felicia to help unless forced. This wasn't the first time; she did it constantly. She thought back to before the family went bankrupt. Whenever Kayla spun half-truths or slandered Felicia, Myra believed it without question, never bothering to verify the facts.

Her hands trembled. Quietly, she asked Felicia, “Licia, why didn’t you come to Grandfather’s funeral after he passed?”

Felicia had just returned with herbs. She crushed them into a paste, applied it to Dexter’s wound, and sprinkled a layer of powder over it. Only after finishing did she respond, her tone calm and detached, “At the time, I had been kidnapped. When I escaped and returned to Khogend, I went straight to the Walsh residence. You know what happened after that.”

Yes, Myra knew. Tears welled in her eyes. Back then, she believed Kayla’s lies and threw Felicia out of the house, even hurling harsh words and throwing a bucket of water on her. She assumed Felicia was holding a grudge and refused to attend the funeral out of spite. But Felicia had been kidnapped! After escaping, the first thing she did was rush to see her family. Instead of comfort or concern, she was met with vicious accusations.

It was a misunderstanding, easily cleared with a single question, but Myra hadn’t given her daughter a chance to explain.

Myra lowered her head, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Licia… I’m so, so sorry…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Felicia wiped her hands clean, her expression as stoic as ever. The past was gone. It didn’t matter—the incident, the people involved; none of it mattered anymore.

Felicia slung her bag over her shoulder and left. On the ground, Dexter groaned in pain until the medicine took effect. As the agony subsided, he recovered. Looking up, he saw his wife’s tear-streaked face.

“It’s fine now! Look, the pain’s gone! Our daughter’s medical skills are amazing!” He chuckled, grinning. He hadn’t heard their conversation, too consumed by pain. He assumed his wife was simply acting out of worry.

But Myra’s tears fell harder, her sobs filled with regret. “I pushed her away… I pushed my own daughter away with my own two hands…”