The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 917

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"Felicia, you and Dorian are completely finished."

Leonie's tone was ice-cold. She hadn't forgotten that Dorian was nearly beaten to death. Seeing this woman show up now with fake sympathy sickened her. Leonie wasn't afraid of anyone, let alone some street-level mob boss. She wasn't about to give her an ounce of respect.

Felicia's eyes narrowed. Leonie's blatant arrogance struck a nerve, but what truly fueled the older woman's hatred was that this girl had stolen her favorite possession. A deep, venomous grudge took root in Felicia's chest.

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not here to steal your boyfriend. I just came to check on him. After all, we were together for years. When I heard he was hurt, I came as fast as I could. I was out of the country recently, so I didn't know what had happened. Dorian, I'm truly sorry I wasn't here to help you sooner."

With a polished smile, Felicia pulled a thick stack of cash from her designer bag and placed it on the nightstand.

"Consider this a loan. Buy yourself something nice. Focus on your recovery."

Before Dorian could even react, Leonie snatched the cash and threw it right back at Felicia.

"Take your money and get out. We don't need it. I don't care who you are. Dorian already made it clear he's done with you. Stop harassing him."

Dorian tried to stop Leonie, but it was too late. Beneath the blankets, his hands began to shake uncontrollably. Felicia swallowed the humiliation of being treated like garbage by a twenty-something girl. Her expression remained neutral, but internally, she was burning with absolute rage.

Having survived by Felicia's side for years, Dorian could read the terrifying shifts in her mood.

Despite Leonie's hostile attitude, Felicia maintained a serene smile.

"My apologies. I clearly came at a bad time. I'll leave him in your capable hands. Let him know he should rest up. Sully won't be bothering him anymore."

Felicia turned on her heel and walked out. Leonie glared at her retreating back, slamming the hospital door shut with a sharp crack.

Dorian was already drenched in a cold sweat. Assuming the room was just stuffy, Leonie asked if she should lower the thermostat.

Once Felicia was fully gone, Dorian let out a bitter, terrified laugh. "You shouldn't have spoken to her like that. She isn't some normal woman you can just brush off."

Leonie scoffed, entirely unbothered. She looked at Dorian with absolute confidence.

"Stop panicking over nothing. So what if she's not normal? The Everhart family isn't exactly normal either. If she dares to lay a finger on you, Hawthorne will destroy her."