Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 550

Felicia couldn't move at all!

It felt as if her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was unable to budge in the slightest. Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but her body refused to obey.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to toe, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Fury surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her awareness on her right hand. She tried to twist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling her from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by.

The woman, noticing Felicia's unusual state, approached kindly and asked, "Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?"

Felicia couldn't respond. She couldn't utter a word, nor could she blink her eyes, which were now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long.

The woman waved her hand in front of Felicia's face but got no reaction. Without hesitation, she turned to her boyfriend and urged, "Something's wrong with her! Go inside and get a doctor right now!"

"Okay. Got it!"

The man dropped his backpack and sprinted into the hospital like the wind to find help.

Meanwhile, the woman stayed behind, offering Felicia words of comfort.

Felicia's gaze remained unfocused, but she could feel the warmth and kindness emanating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly wound emotions relaxed slightly.

But just then, a faint, distant sound reached her ears—the jingling of a bronze bell.

The sound was haunting, almost like a curse.

Each chime seemed to form a singular, chilling phrase. "Kill her. Kill her!"

A searing pain exploded in Felicia's head as if her very soul was being torn apart. Her nerves screamed, and her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse.