Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 497

The feeling of having his mouth and nose smothered by a pillow—suffocating and teetering on the brink of death—haunted Dexter's mind. It was an experience he would never forget in his life.

Not to mention the heart-wrenching sorrow and disappointment of betrayal.

The precious daughter he had cherished and doted on for 19 years had actually tried to kill him!

Had it not been for a nurse entering the ward to check on him, he would already be dead.

So, when Dexter heard her call him "Dad" again, nausea and revulsion surged through him. His stomach churned, and he wished he could block out the sound entirely. He spat angrily, "Don't disgust me. I don't have a daughter like you, nor am I fit to be your father. Get out!"

Kayla casually admired her freshly done nails and chuckled. "Dad, why are you so petty? Can't I just apologize?"

"Get out!"

Dexter grabbed a broom nearby, ready to strike, but Kayla quickly stepped back. In a flash, her suited bodyguards pinned him down.

"I tried to be nice, but you just refuse to appreciate it!" Kayla rolled her eyes, glanced at the tightly shut bedroom door, and ordered coldly, "Take him away!"

"What are you doing? Let go of me! Let go!"

Dexter struggled desperately, but his injuries had yet to fully heal. How could he possibly match the strength of the burly bodyguards? One of them punched him in the stomach, leaving him curled up on the floor while drenched in cold sweat.

As the bodyguards dragged him out, the locked bedroom door suddenly flew open. With disheveled hair, Myra stormed out and slapped Kayla across the face at lightning speed!

The crisp sound echoed loudly in the room. Myra had put all her strength into the slap, so much so that one of Kayla's earrings fell to the floor.

"You ungrateful wretch! We raised you for 19 years, and this is how you repay us? Do you even have a conscience?"

"Conscience?" Kayla touched her stinging face, her gaze turning icy and sinister, yet she smirked mockingly. "What does that have to do with me? I never asked you to raise me. It was your choice, wasn't it?"