NovelsBestChapter 277 As evening approached, Felicia left the clinic.
After today's events, the Union Clinic's reputation was firmly established. In the future, more people would naturally cfor consultations.
Since she couldn't spend all day at the clinic, she left the usual cases to the eight seasoned physicians. If they ran into a challenging case, they could cto her. Feeling pleased, she thought about buying a house now that money wasn't an issue. But on second thought, it didn't really matter where she lived-she was alone, after all. Arriving downstairs at her building, she spotted a car parked by the road and a familiar figure leaning against the door.
It was Sebastian.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow did he know to find her here? Not intending to linger, she was about to head inside when he calmly said, "I couldn't reach you. Your phone's been off." "Oh, it's dead," she replied, glancing at the blank screen. "What's wrong?" "New Year's coming. Mom and Dad askedto get you. Stop being so stubborn-chome. We should gather for New Year's dinner." He checked his watch as he spoke as if he had fit this visit into his busy schedule.
Felicia wondered how they could say "stop being so stubborn" with a straight face.
On her birthday, Kayla was accused of murder; the evidence was clear, and she was taken away in front of everyone.
Afterward, Myra slapped Felicia hard and told her to leave.
Sebastian's call for her to "stop being stubborn" was ridiculous.
"Even if my last nis Fuller, I'm not a part of the Fuller family." She kept walking forward without looking back. "Don't clooking foragain." As she walked into the world she belonged in, bathed in the sunset's blood-red light, her posture was straight, cold, and distant, leaving only a path strewn with thorns in her wake. Sebastian frowned, standing in place for a long moment before finally getting into his car and driving away.
This year, the Fuller family was destined for a desolate holiday.
In years past, Kayla would dress up cheerfully and charmingly, reaching out with a sly grin to ask for gifts in the lively holiday atmosphere.
But this year, she remained confined in the sanatorium.
Myra had repeatedly sworn she was done with Kayla and wouldn't hear any more news about her. However, a package from the sanatorium arrived at the Fuller residence the day before New Year's.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a long hesitation, Myra opened it, revealing a bright red scarf and a note-"Happy New Year, Mom. I made this scarf for you. Learning tooka long time, so it's poorly done. If you don't like it, you can just throw it away." She stared at the scarf, its stitches uneven and clumsy, and pictured Kayla knitting it slowly and alone, learning each step herself. She imagined Kayla suffering, perhaps bullied or ridiculed. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face; her heart ached as if cut by a knife.
She knew that Kayla's situation resulted from her actions, but she' couldn't defeat her emotions. Her heart softened countless times; she could only remain steadfast for so long.
Taking a deep breath, Myra summoned two maids and instructed them to gather sclothing and Ens skincare products from Kayla's room. "She likes to look pretty, so don't
forget her skincare and face masks.
Pack the dresses I bought for her om too. Oh, and the sanatorum must not thes have any decent snacks. Pack all her favorite treats. What else should I bring..."
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