?Chapter 216:


    Alice was among those who managed to stay. I was happy for her, but my own anxiety mounted with each passing moment as I listened intently, yet my name was never called.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Why is there no result for my check?” Confusion and unease washed over me as I hurried forward to ask. This didn’t make sense—I had gone through the examination like everyone else.


    “You don’t have one?” Hayley raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. She gave me a quick, disdainful nce beforezily flipping through the stack of reports, her expression almost gleeful, as if she found some twisted amusement in my distress. “Makenna, indeed, there is no report for you here.”


    How could this be? I distinctly went for the check, didn’t I? A wave of unease swept over me, my mind racing with worry. “I just went for the check; it’s impossible that I don’t have my report.”


    Leonardo’s brow furrowed in confusion as he addressed a nearby servant with amanding tone. “What’s the meaning of this? Why is a report missing?”


    The servant, visibly trembling, began to sweat, his wordsing out in a nervous stammer. “No, this shouldn’t be… I remember the doctor handed me all the reports…”


    Just then, Dominic’s voice sliced through the tension. “If it’s missing, why not search for it?” His gaze was icy as he added, “If you dawdle any longer, you might find yourself facing serious consequences!”


    Dominic, who usually shied away from involving himself in such matters, made an unexpected intervention that drew my attention to him. He cast a brief, emotionless nce my way, raising an eyebrow subtly. My heart skipped a beat at his unspoken message. What was he implying? Could he have somehow yed a role in this?


    I recalled Dominic’s earlier words to me about not wanting to see me fail the assessment. Lost in contemtion, I barely registered Leonardo’s impatient urging. “Find the report now. Don’t waste any more time here.”


    “Yes, Your Majesty.” The servant, clearly eager to avoid further displeasure, hurried back to the examination room.


    I remained rooted to the spot, my anxiety a tangible weight, my eyes drifting again and again toward Dominic in a desperate search for clues. But he stayed aloof, his gaze detached as he waited with the others, as though the matter had nothing to do with him.


    A storm of doubt and spection churned within me. Could Dominic have had a hand in this? Would he actually help me?


    Alice, sensing my turmoil, gave my shoulder a gentle pat offort, but my worry overshadowed her attempt at sce. This was a critical moment, one that could decide my fate.


    Before long, the servant returned, clutching the report and presenting it to Hayley. My heart surged with hope, my breath caught in suspense.


    Hayley skimmed through the report, her irritation obvious. Her gaze, sharp with annoyance, locked on mine as she reluctantly dered, “Makenna, you have a normal conception constitution.”


    A normal constitution? The words struck me like lightning. Could this truly be? Just moments ago, the doctor’s grim expression and the foreboding prediction of difficulty conceiving had filled me with dread. And the earlier examination arranged by Leonardo, which hinted that my weak wolf scent might be the cause of my troubles, stood in direct conflict with this result.


    Confusion consumed me, yet Alice’s embrace brought a glimmer of relief. She whispered in my ear with bubbling excitement, “That’s wonderful, Makenna! I always knew you were fine! Now we can both stay!”


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