Mike nced down at his now damp <b>pants </b>and shoes, shaking his head in mild annoyance. Without a word, he turned and walked after Felicia.


    Inside the Walsh residence, Myra finally calmed down after throwing <b>that </b><b>basin </b>of water. <b>She </b>reyed her words in her <b>head </b>and realized how harsh they had been.


    Ka stepped forward in perfect timing and gently supported Myra’s arm. Her gaze followed Felicia as she disappeared beyond the gates.


    “Mom, why would Felicia be hanging out with Mr. Lawson?” Ka’s tone was <b>casual</b>, her expression innocuous. “You know, he has a daughter. Felicia wouldn’t… I mean, she wouldn’t be thinking of bing someone’s stepmom, would she?”


    The words were seemingly innocent, but they <b>hit </b>nerve.


    Myra’s expression darkened immediately. The thought was uneptable to her. Any flicker regret she might have felt moments ago vanishedpletely, extinguished by Ka’s nted seed of doubt.


    With a voice full of disdain, Myra muttered, “Don’t bother with her. Let her do whatever she wants!”


    “Okay…” Ka nodded obediently, pressing her lips together like she had said too much. But inside, she was positively gleeful.


    For days, she had been carefully droppingments about Felicia in front of Myra, stoking her anger little by little. Myra’s frustration had already reached a boiling point with Felicia missing during Clive’s funeral. It was easy enough to keep that me alive.


    And now? Myra waspletely fed up with Felicia.


    It was exactly as Ka wanted.


    Still, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. She had seen Felicia being taken away that night and assumed she was as good as gone. But here Felicia was, alive and well.


    Whoever took her clearly hadn’t done their job. Useless!


    She cursed inwardly, though her face betrayed nothing.


    After everything that had happened, Ka had learned the art of patience. The stint in the clinic and <b>that </b>unsettling dream had changed her she wouldn’t make the same impulsive mistakes <b>as </b>before.


    Now, she would wait. Slowly and carefully<b>, </b>she would worm her way into Myra’s and Dexter’s good graces, recing every trace of affection Felicia once held.


    When that day came, she would see to it that Fell was ruinedpletely.


    Ka lowered her head slightly, hiding the glint of ambition in her eyes.


    She thought with a cold smile, “Felicia, how about I gift you another four years behind bars? Just like in the past life.”


    Outside the Walsh residence, Felicia stood by the curb, waving down a cab.


    Before one could pull up, Mike’s car rolled to a stop beside her.


    “Do you need a ride?” he asked.


    After a moment’s hesitation, she got in.


    “Where to?” he asked.


    “I need to visit my grandfather’s grave. You know where it is, right?” novelbin


    “Yeah.”


    He nced at her briefly as she buckled her seatbelt, then hit the gas.


    The drive was quiet, and they arrived at the cemetery within half an hour. Felicia found Clive’s headstone without much trouble.


    Mike, sensing she might want some privacy, lingered a few paces behind, leaning casually <b>against </b>a nearby tree.


    But Felicia didn’t say a word. She knelt and muttered a prayer before rising to her feet.


    “Let’s go<b>,</b>” she said simply.


    “That’s it?” Mike asked, surprised but too polite to press further.


    On the way back, he finally broke the silence. “Felicia, where were you the past week? You know, Stephan was practically losing his mind. He sent a small army looking for you and dragged me into it too. I’ve been running all over looking for you.”