?Chapter 231:


    Alice leaned in, whispering, “Molly looks pitiful, don’t you think? Kristina’s reallyying into her. Why isn’t she fighting back?”


    Even a cornered rabbit would bite, but was Molly truly a helpless little rabbit?


    I pondered for a moment, then responded softly, “Perhaps she will one day.”


    When I returned to my house, Lily had prepared a meal, as usual.


    As I ate, my thoughts drifted to her odd behavior earlier that day. I felt a need to address it.


    Hesitant, I called out, “Lily, there’s something I want to talk to you about…”


    “Hmm? What is it?” she replied, her usual cheerfulness intact. “Is there something on your mind?”


    My words faltered. Lily seemed normal now—bringing it up might only embarrass her, right? I sighed, forcing a smile. “Never mind, it’s nothing important. Come, let’s eat together.” Maybe she’d worked it out on her own.


    After dinner, I offered to clean up, hoping to distract myself. Just as I was about to return to my room to rest, a knock sounded at the door.


    Who could it be at this hour?


    When I opened the door, Bryan’s servant stood there, looking almost too polite.


    Immediately on guard, I asked, “Is there something you need?”


    An uneasy feeling crept over me. Myst encounter with Bryan had ended poorly—was he seeking revenge? Knowing Bryan’s vindictive nature, I couldn’t dismiss the thought.


    The servant offered a cordial smile, motioning for me to follow. “Miss Dunn, His Highness requests your service tonight.”


    “Request my service?” The words struck me like ice water, freezing me in ce.


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    I remembered Hayley’s warnings during our training sessions today: Leonardo had strict orders for us to serve the princes, who were expected to summon the sex ves as part of their duties.


    Moreover, Leonardo had arranged for us to take fertility medicine before attending to the princes. The mere thought of it made my blood run cold.


    The servant, as if reading my thoughts, presented a bowl of dark liquid, his tone respectful yet firm. “Miss Dunn, please drink this medicine, and then follow me.”


    I clenched my fists, torn between refusing and the harsh reality that I had no real choice.


    Noticing my hesitation, the servant’s brow furrowed slightly as he urged again, “Miss Dunn, Prince Bryan is waiting. Please drink the medicine.”


    Staring at the ominous ck potion in the bowl, I reluctantly picked it up. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to swallow the bitter liquid, its taste lingering unpleasantly.


    There was no escape from this; I had no choice but to face it head-on.


    Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I followed the servant.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As I walked down the dimly lit path, anxiety gnawed at me.


    My tangled rtionship with Bryan seemed to grow moreplicated with every encounter. Regarding the incident during the hunt, perhaps it had been a misunderstanding on my part. Bryan might not be the one who arranged for the brown bear to harm me.


    Yet, knowing Bryan’s reputation for holding grudges, his abruptmand for me to serve him tonight felt like a thinly veiled act of revenge.


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