?Chapter 208:


    “Makenna Dunn!” Bryan’s voice was a snarl, his fury unmistakable. “Is this truly how you see me?”


    Iughed coldly, my fists trembling with anger. “How could I dare? I am but a mere ve! How could I ever presume to understand the thoughts of our esteemed prince?”


    He had nearly taken my life, and now he had the audacity to confront me here. The absurdity was unbearable.


    Bryan’s eyes burned with intensity as he red at me, advancing with a menacing air.


    Fear and defiance surged through me, forcing me to step back. yton, sensing the tension rise, quickly intervened. His usually gentle voice now carried a sharp edge of authority.


    “What are you nning to do?”


    “Get out of my way!” Bryan roared, his temper ring as he shoved yton aside. “This doesn’t concern you!”


    yton stood firm, his voice unwavering. “Bryan, this is a hospital, not a ce for your outbursts!”


    “What does it have to do with you!” Bryan shouted back, raising his fist threateningly. “Step aside or don’t me me for my actions!”


    The tension in the room was palpable, both men locked in a standoff, their faces inches apart, on the brink of violence.


    Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I confronted Bryan directly. “What exactly do you want? Was attempting to kill me not enough? Now you’vee here to finish the job? Do you truly want me dead that badly?”


    Bryan’s raised fist halted mid-air. His gaze, still fiery, remained fixed on me. After a long, loaded silence, he scoffed dismissively. “Makenna, what do you think you are?”


    His mocking smile was as much an insult to himself as to me. “You’re just a ything. Who would care about—”


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    With that, he threw something onto the floor with a forceful gesture and turned to leave. The object hit the ground with a sharp bang, and the scent of food quickly filled the room. Only then did I realize Bryan had also brought a meal box.


    Thevish food spilled across the floor in disarray, but Bryan was already gone, leaving only the remnants of his rage behind.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Could it be that Bryan had actuallye to visit me?


    The thought stirred aplicated mix of emotions within me, and a pang of regret began to creep into my heart as I considered the unfounded usations I had hurled at him.


    Yet, if not Bryan, who else could wield the power to manipte such a situation?


    I fell into a heavy silence, with yton mirroring my quietude. The atmosphere in the ward grew stagnant, thick with unspoken concerns.


    Exhausted from the confrontation, I rubbed my temples and sighed softly, feeling as though everyst ounce of energy had drained from my body.


    yton, observing my weariness, had someone clean up the scattered food on the floor.


    The room was soon tidy again, but my appetite had vanished entirely. Bryan’s red-eyed re haunted me, adding a tinge of guilt to my difort.


    “Are you okay?” yton asked softly, his concern evident.


    I lowered my eyes, my voice barely a whisper. “Your Highness, thank you for visiting me today, but I’m quite tired now. I’d like to rest some more.”


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