In the end, she still dared to hope that the daughter she had long abandoned would forgive everything and harbor no resentment. How laughable it was.

When Felicia was brought back to the Fuller family, was it truly out of guilt and a desire for amends? Or was it simply because keeping her around, like a pet, required minimal effort and some spare money? Hence, when this "pet" ceased being obedient and agreeable, she was deemed unworthy of even a shred of attention.

Now, having witnessed Kayla's true nature—selfish, cold-blooded, and ungrateful—did they regret their previous ignorance? Was that why they suddenly remembered Felicia's goodness and sought to restore a bond with their biological daughter?

Myra closed her eyes, seemingly aging several years in an instant. Once she truly understood, the tension in her heart dissipated. Her voice, drained and desolate, uttered, "From now on, no matter what happens, don't bother our daughter again. We don't deserve her."

Dexter nodded in agreement. "Alright." Turning, he saw Sebastian at the bedroom door. His face was obscured by the backlight, but his silence revealed he had overheard everything. Still, Myra's regained consciousness was enough.

Dexter attempted to lighten the mood, smiling as he said, "Licia's card arrived just in time. I had some ideas but lacked the funds. This money is a godsend! I built a business empire from scratch once; I can do it again. Trust me!" Brimming with confidence, he added, "Besides, I have such an excellent son. Together, we'll surely reclaim our fortune."

Myra was amused by his optimism; her solemn expression softened. Finally, she nodded. "Alright."

Felicia remained unaware of the events within the Fuller family or the vivid dream Myra experienced during her illness—a dream that allowed her to witness Felicia's past life. But no matter the heartache and lament Myra and Dexter felt, they were merely spectators. To them, it was a fantastical dream mingled with reality; a dream that was actually Felicia's real, harrowing past life experience. Those pains, torments, and wounds, deeply etched into Felicia's soul, might seem trivial to others, but they were not. No one could truly empathize with that.

As for severing ties with the Fuller family, Felicia felt no guilt. She had already saved the Fuller couple several times; her conscience was clear. That evening, upon returning to the villa, a sumptuous dinner awaited. Ever since Stephan had provided housekeepers and chefs, her life had become significantly easier. The house was always clean, groceries were managed, and meals prepared—everything ran smoothly. Life was genuinely comfortable.

It's worth mentioning that Stephan instructed the staff to serve Felicia exclusively; they were considered her people. Felicia, generous in nature, raised their salaries and granted them more days off. Motivated by her kindness, they worked with even greater dedication. "Ms. Faller, you're back! Please wash your hands and prepare for dinner. The table is set."

"Alright," Felicia replied casually, sitting down at the dining table with Scarlet. Later that night, after her bath, she lay in bed, staring at her phone screen, devoid of new messages, and zoned out for a while.