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    That was when Katelyn saw them. Scars. As the woman’s loose clothing shifted with her frantic movements, the burned skin on her waist and back was exposed—old, settled scars.


    Katelyn’s breath hitched. So, this woman had been in a fire.


    Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she convulsed, her body unable to handle the flood of painful memories.


    Without hesitation, Katelyn pulled her into a firm embrace, holding her tightly to keep her from hurting herself.


    Even as Katelyn whispered soothing words, the woman remained lost in her hysteria. Realizing she had no choice, Katelyn reached into her pocket, retrieved a pill, and gently ced it between the woman’s lips. It had a subtle sweetness, dissolving instantly in her mouth. Within moments, her breathing slowed. Her trembling eased.


    Katelyn quickly grabbed the pillow she had set aside earlier and ced it back in the woman’s arms.


    As soon as her fingers touched the fabric, the woman clung to it desperately, as if it were her only tether to reality.


    She rocked back and forth, murmuring brokenly, “Baby, your father must still be alive. He has to be! Darling, be good. Darling, go to sleep.”


    Katelyn listened carefully, piecing together the fragments of her words. The woman believed the father was dead. That must have been the breaking point—the tragedy that shattered her mind.


    A bold thought formed in Katelyn’s mind.


    Could it be that the woman’s husband wasn’t the current king of Yata? After all, the present king was alive and well—he could visit her anytime he wished. If they had truly loved each other, wouldn’t his presence have brought her somefort?


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    But that clearly wasn’t the case. Her condition hadn’t improved in the slightest. If anything, it had worsened. That meant the king she spoke of wasn’t the one sitting on the throne now. Then who was she referring to?


    Katelyn felt trapped in a puzzle with missing pieces. The answer eluded her.


    Ashlyn, though unaware of the full story, couldn’t bear to see the woman in such agony.


    Ever since arriving at the vi, the woman had clung tightly to that pillow. She believed it was her child, which meant her real child was already…


    Ashlyn swallowed hard, unable toplete the thought.


    No wonder the woman had lost her mind. And this was her condition even with Katelyn caring for her. Who knew what kind of suffering she had endured while locked away in the pce?


    Her body had been imprisoned. Her loved one wasn’t by her side. Anyone would break under such torment.


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