Return of the Crowned Heiress

"Forget it. I'm not getting involved, but I'll tell you this-I have no problem if you want to be nice to Lily, but you can't do it behind my back!" Maryanne didn't quite know what she felt, but something felt off. Terence chuckled lightly and explained a little before ending the call.

He instinctively wanted to call Rowan to feel him out, but when he checked his contacts, he realized Rowan hadn't given him his number-only a business card.

The business card was at home, and he was at the office. Given their shallow connection, Rowan's help for Lily surely wasn't due to any favor owed to him. It may be tto find a chance to meet with Rowan.

Rowan had only taken Hayden for high-speed drives for two treatments.

Perhaps the deep-seated memories in his mind were being triggered, but Hayden had been in poor condition these past few days, often waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares This caused Lily to be unable to sleep well for several days, but she had to pull herself together to care for him.

Rowan sent her a location for the third treatment and asked her to drive Hayden there.

It was a racetrack on the outskirts of town. If she didn't know that Rowan was a doctor, she would have suspected that his "treatment was just a game.

But having cthis far, she had no choice but to trust him. Early in the moming, she drove Hayden straight to the racetrack.

The racetrack was quite famous and usually packed with people, but today, it was empty, probably because it had yet to open.

She led Hayden inside, where countless race cars were parked in the lot, and the air was thick with excitement. Just as she was at a loss for what to do, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Rowan, dressed in all-black sportswear, holding a helmet, and sitting in the stands, waving at her.

Cup here!" Lily hurried up a few steps with Hayden and reached Rowan "Dr. Blackwood, are we watching a race?" Rowan shook his head. "What race? This is for his treatment. I've booked the whole place. You'll just watch here for now." "Do I need to do anything?" she had gotten used to his unconventional methods, so she didn't ask too many questions, but she did want to help. "Can you drive a race car?" he asked, She paused and shook her head.

Just watch, then. I've got help." Rowan began wrapping bandages around his hands and then pointed to another set of protective gear. "Help him put this on Lily did as instructed, but her gaze kept drifting to the racetrack. It cost tens of thousands just to race here. How much would it cost to book the whole place? Noticing her concerns, Rowan patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Hayden stays safe. Look, my top-tier help has arrived." He whistled toward the entrance.

Lily glanced past him, and Xavierstood in a pure white tracksuit. The white softened his sharp air, making him appear more approachable. He was holding a white and blue helmet in his right hand, his tall, handsfigure striking.

Nevertheless, she had no intention of admining him. As soon as she recognized him, her brows furrowed. "Why him?" What about it? Imogen smiled sinisterly as she tightened her grip on the bloodstained knife. Step by step, she walked toward Johanna.

"I really hate it when people deceive me, so don't worry. Your Archie is already gone. Next, I'll send you to join him in hell. How about that?" Johanna's first thought was that Imogen had lost her mind. She had completely lost it.

"Why did you kill Archie? You vicious woman! How could you be so heartless? How could you kill him?" Johanna felt like she was losing grip on reality herself. She had watched helplessly as Archie died before her eyes, and she hadn't been able to do anything. The unbearable heartache and agony made her head spin with rage.

"I'll make you pay for this!" she screamed and, without thinking, lunged at Imogen.

The two women quickly got into a brawl. Amid their struggle, the bloodstained knife must have cut one of their arms as fresh blood dripped onto the floor.

Imogen dominated the fight. Or rather, the moment Johanna had crazily targeted Caleb, Imogen could no longer suppress her murderous intent. One should never underestimate a mother's strength in a battle! Anyone who dared to target her child deserved no mercy! Soon, Imogen had Johanna pinned to the ground Without a weapon, Johanna was quickly losing energy, but she was still furious. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her mouth was wide open as she lunged at Imogen, hoping to rip her apart. The collision was so fast that Imogen staggered backward. She was caught off guard.

Johanna seized the opportunity and bit into Imogen's calf.

However, before she could sink her teeth in further, a few of Imogen's subordinates rushed in, kicking Johanna hard and sending her flying a few yards away. She coughed up blood as she crashed to the ground.

Stanley helped Imogen up and asked, "Ms. Russell, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Imogen shook her head.

Ever since Archie got the seal, Stanley and the others had been guarding the outside, but Imogen had repeatedly stopped them from intervening, insisting on handling things herself.

Stanley had been arous, afraid things might go wrong. but he was too afraid to defy her. Finally, unable to hold back, he rushed in to help.

Imogen glanced at Archie's body on the ground and then at Johanna, who was spitting blood in the distance. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction! She finally had her revenge.

Imogen stood up and said to Stanley, "I'll leave this mess to you. As for how you deal with it, do as you see fit." "Understood," Stanley replied.

Ignoring Johanna on the ground, Imogen limped away.

She first went to a guest room to take a shower, washing for two full hours before changing into clean clothes and heading to the nursery

She had known this day would come, made so she had alreadyarrangements. The maids had been sent away and were all stationed outside the nursery, over little Caleb The little one was very well-behaved. He was still asleep, looking sweet and innocent, unaware of the chaos happening outside.

Imogen waved her hand, dismissing all the maids from the room.

Once they left, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, covering her face with her hands. Tears trickled through her fingers.

Imogen didn't make a sound, quietly crying for a long while.

After stime, she looked at Caleb in the cradle, her voice hoarse as she choked, "Caleb, I think I'm a-badm woman and a bad mother..." Caleb was still sleeping soundly, his breathing even. His cute little face was soft and beautiful. He was clean and pure, in his most innocent for