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    “Why?” Bryan’s confusion was in.


    I pressed my lips together, feeling the weight of my answer. “Because this child is my only family.”


    Bryan suddenly reached out, grabbing my hand with an urgency that startled me. “I can be your family too, Makenna. You can always rely on me.”


    His grip tightened, warmth seeping into my skin, and for a moment I was caught off guard. His face—so cold and harsh when we first met—was now etched with concern. Memories of his cruelty and ruthlessness flickered through my mind like ghosts, but they were slowly being drowned out by something else—his kindness, his protection. The walls around my heart, built brick by brick over time, had begun to crumble under the weight of his care.


    Thinking of this, I gradually calmed down. “It’s not the same,” I said softly. This child… this was different. It was the one part of me no one could ever take away. My blood. My bond.


    “Makenna—” he began again, but I raised my hand, cutting him off gently. “Do you remember how your father cherished your mother? She was frail, yes, but he gave her the chance to stay by your side and raise you into the man you are. I believe you can help me do that too. Please, Bryan—give us a chance.”


    His chest rose with a heavy sigh, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had swayed him. The silence stretched before he reached out, covering my hand with his. When he spoke again, his voice carried a firm resolve.


    “If this is what you want, then I’ll find a way. I’ll have my people search for every possible solution, make sure you can bring this child into the world safely. But if ites to the worst… if there’s no other way… we’ll have to let go. Do you understand?”


    I nodded, barely trusting my voice. “I understand.”


    A small smile touched the corner of his lips, the tension easing just a fraction. “Good. Now, let’s get you something to eat. You need to stay strong.”


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    As we rose from our seats, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. The door flew open, and Leonardo’s personal servant rushed in, bowing deeply before addressing Bryan. “Your Highness, His Majesty has requested Miss Dunn’s presence in the grand hall.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Why does His Majesty want to see me all of a sudden?” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. Bryan squeezed my hand gently, offering quiet reassurance. He turned to the waiting servant. “Did he mention anything specific?”


    The servant dipped his head respectfully. “Your Highness, His Majesty wishes to speak to Miss Dunn. It seems to concern Molly and Lily.”


    A knot tightened in my chest. Bryan’s grip on my hand grew firmer, his thumb brushing soothingly across my knuckles. “Whatever happens, I’m with you.”


    I gave a small nod and let the servant guide me to the grand hall, Bryan following closely behind.


    The vast room glittered with an ostentatious array of gold and gemstones, every inch of the space designed to dazzle. Sunlight streamed in, bouncing off the polished walls and bathing the hall in an almost ethereal glow.


    But my attention was quickly drawn to the figures before me—Lily and Molly, both crumpled on the floor, their faces streaked with tears as they knelt in submission. Amon stood just behind them, a stone-like presence.


    Bryan and I bowed deeply before Leonardo, who sat at the head of the room.


    His gaze was sharp, like a hawk circling its prey, and itnded squarely on me. “Makenna, how is your health?”


    I straightened, keeping my tone respectful. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m recovering well.”


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