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    “How dare you!” I shouted, my re fixed on the maids. In my fury, I pped Gwyn and another maid who had hit Evie. The sharp sound of the ps rang through the air, yet my anger remained high.


    “Apologize to Evie!” I yelled at Gwyn.


    Gwyn, hand on her cheek, shot back defiantly, “Why should I? His Majesty cares more about Molly’s child. She should get the supplements first!”


    No sooner had Gwyn’s words left her mouth than a flurry of rapid footsteps approached from a distance.


    Molly arrived in haste, nced at Gwyn, and then turned a frowning face to me. “Makenna, how could you hit my maid?”


    I sneered and shot back sharply, “Perhaps you should ask about what your maid did to my Evie first.”


    Molly’s frown only deepened, and without addressing the issue, she brazenly shifted the me onto me. “No matter what, hitting people is wrong!”


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    “Oh, the nerve of some people.” I had no desire to engage in a fruitless argument with Molly. Our rtionship had deteriorated ever since the incident with Lily. Any further interaction with her was pointless.


    “Let’s go.” I gestured to Evie, signaling her toe with me. However, Molly was not ready to drop the matter and clutched at my sleeve.


    “Makenna, you can’t just walk away! You owe me an exnation!” she said, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt. “What did I do to deserve this? Why are you always targeting me?”


    “And who do you think you are? Do you really believe you’re so important that I would bother targeting you?” I replied, shrugging off her grip. “Just leave me alone!”


    “Ah—” Molly cried out as she stumbled backward, falling down. I was startled; I hadn’t pushed her at all. Why had she fallen?


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    In that instant, a blurred figure raced by me like a gust of wind and caught Molly just before she could make contact with the ground. The figure then faced me, revealing a handsome, gentle face.


    yton released Molly, walked toward me, and asked gently with concern, “What’s going on?”


    “Your Highness.” I was still reeling from the surprise. “Why are you—”


    Before I could finish speaking, Molly, looking visibly distressed, interrupted, “Makenna, how could you push me? What have I done to you? Why do you insist on targeting me?”


    “When did I ever push you?” I scoffed. “Was it when I waved my hand?”


    “Never mind…” Molly wiped her tears and cried softly. “If you won’t admit it, let’s just say I tripped. It’s all my fault.”


    I straightened up and dered without flinching, “I didn’t do it.”


    Upon hearing this, yton took my hand and offered me a warm, reassuring smile. “Makenna, I believe you.”


    His affirmation touched me deeply. I had braced myself for


    yton not believing me was a possibility I had considered, given how it must have looked, as if I had indeed pushed Molly. Also, considering that Molly was expecting his child, it seemed only logical that he would side with her.


    But he believed me instantly, without a shadow of a doubt. That was surprising.


    Molly, on the other hand, was both stunned and furious. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief as she processed yton’s unwavering support for me in such a contentious moment.


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