Chapter 33

When Felicia stumbled into the Fuller residence, she was covered in blood, limping painfully. Her face was swollen, and her arms and legs were marked with numerous cuts and scrapes. It was a shocking sight. Dexter and Myra were stunned. Just moments before, they had been speculating whether Felicia had staged this entire incident for attention. But now, seeing Felicia in such a condition made them realize how absurd their thoughts had been. "Licia, are you okay? I've been worried sick about you all night." Myra pushed Kayla aside and got up from the couch, rushing toward Felicia. She wanted to help Felicia but hesitated, afraid of causing her pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks from worry. "Get a doctor, now!" Dexter shouted at a nearby maid. Felicia sat on the couch, her face pale from blood loss, her lips devoid of color. Only her eyes remained clear and sharp. "Licia, what happened last night? Who kidnapped you?" Myra asked urgently. Dexter nodded and said, "Just tell u