Chapter 278

Since the chaotic events at the birthday party, Felicia hadn’t seen Kayla after she was arrested and later sent to this sanatorium.
Over two months had passed, and now they were finally face to face again.
Felicia was a bit surprised. In just a couple of months, Kayla had changed dramatically.
In the past, she was like a frail, delicate flower-seemingly gentle, easily pitied. But beneath that softness lay a ruthless, calculating mind, though often impatient enough to ruin her plans. For instance, her attempt to murder and dispose of a body by the beach at Cedar Street.
After all that had happened, Kayla looked worn out. Her face was pale, and she seemed so thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could carry her away.
Yet now, Felicia couldn’t quite read her.
Kayla’s gaze was hollow, neither smiling nor resentful, but she stared intently at Felicia with those dark, ink-like pupils, creating an eerie feeling.
Only one thought came to Felicia’s mind. “Hmm? She seems to have wised up.”
An attendant at the sanatorium brought two cups of water, setting them down in front of them.
Felicia took a sip of the water, using the moment to observe her surroundings in the sanatorium. She didn’t feel any rush to speak.
Finally, Kayla broke the silence with a slightly hoarse voice. “It’s been a while, Felicia.”
Felicia sensed something off in that simple greeting.
And unlike before, Kayla wasn’t her usual self-she didn’t leap to provocations or say, “Felicia, do you think you’ve won?”
Instead, she just said, “It’s been a while.”
Swirling the remaining water in her cup, she asked casually, “You wanted to see me just to catch up?”
“Of course not.” Kayla tilted her head back and let out a hollow, haunting laugh.
It came from deep in her chest, but no one could understand the joke but her.
Her gaze slowly lowered from the ceiling, settling back on Felicia. She said cryptically, “I just wanted to see you. Now that I have, I’m content.”
Felicia was speechless. Kayla was definitely sick.
Her current diagnosis was for a mental disorder-had she genuinely gone mad?
Felicia set down her cup and noticed the visible wound on Kayla’s forehead, partly concealed by her bangs. It looked severe, so she asked, “What happened to your head?”
Kayla gave a nonchalant smile. “I just took a fall.”
Just a fall?
Felicia was even more puzzled.
Kayla used to obsessively cherish her looks. She would fret for hours over a small scar, making routine trips to the spa for careful maintenance.
But now, she was indifferent with such a prominent scar that would almost certainly leave a mark.
This ordeal had indeed brought her some maturity.
Felicia didn’t plan to stay and chat much longer.
They were never the type to sit down for a peaceful conversation.
Today, while there was no overt hostility, there was still an underlying tension.
As she stood to leave, she expected Kayla to protest or make a scene, but she didn’t.
Even as she walked away, Kayla continued watching her, her gaze unfathomable for the first time.
And then, coincidentally, a Fuller family bodyguard arrived, bringing a large bundle of items Myra had sent for Kayla, from clothes to skineare products, even down to small items like socks.
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