Chapter 341

The Walsh residence was draped in somber white. Felicia had barely set foot inside the threshold when a ceramic cup came hurtling at her. She stepped aside, letting it shatter on the ground. The culprit was Myra. Dressed in a stark black mourning outfit adorned with a white flower, Myra's face twisted with fury. Her eyes bore into Felicia with a venomous intensity. "What are you doing here? Get out!" Without hesitation, she grabbed a nearby ashtray and hurled it at Felicia. Felicia ducked again, narrowly avoiding the hefty object that crashed onto the marble floor. She could feel the weight of Myra's rage. If that ashtray had struck her, it could've cracked her skull. A shadow flickered across Felicia's face, her patience waning. She had come to pay her respects—nothing more. If not for her desire to honor Clive one last time, she wouldn't have bothered stepping foot into this house. Taking a steadying breath, Felicia said calmly, "I just want to pay my last respects to