Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 461

Myra felt utterly baffled, even finding Dexter's statement somewhat amusing. "What do you mean?"

Dexter's expression gradually darkened. The smile he forced upon his face looked more like he was crying than anything else, twisting his features altogether.

He called it a dream, but it felt far too real for it to be just a dream because every detail of it matched perfectly with reality.

Yet no matter how he explained it, Myra simply thought he was being delusional.

"No matter how real it feels, it's just a dream. You're overthinking it," Myra said dismissively.

"Darling, let me ask you a few questions. Please answer honestly," Dexter insisted.

He took a deep breath, then asked, "If Kayla were to cry and beg you, saying she didn't want to live in shame after Felicia's return and pleading with us to announce Felicia as our adopted daughter to the public, would you have agreed?"

Myra was silent for a moment before answering, "Yes."

She recalled the night Felicia was first brought home. If not for discovering those bruises all over her body, she truly might have chosen this method to justify things.

Deep down, she selfishly believed this would spare Kayla from the ridicule and grievance of being exposed as a fake heiress. She thought that compensating Felicia with material wealth would suffice to soothe the unfairness of declaring her as their adopted daughter.

Dexter continued, "Licia was abused by her foster parents and even had her right hand crippled by Shawn, her so-called brother. Would you, for Kayla's reputation, choose not to pursue justice?"

Myra was speechless. She already understood Dexter's intention behind these questions. He merely wanted to use the events in his dream to prove its authenticity.

She turned her head away, unwilling to answer. However, her silence already suggested that she would.

Dexter asked one last question, "Then, if under such circumstances, Kayla fell into the sea and her body wasn't found, and Licia was accused of being the murderer, what would we do?"

The answer was self-evident.