?Chapter 437:


    The three of us exchanged smiles, feeling a newfound closeness.


    I assumed that Molly’s incident would soon be forgotten, but just a few hourster, Leonardo’s servants arrived at our doorstep.


    The head servant addressed me with a grave expression. “Miss Dunn, your actions nearly resulted in harm to Molly. His Majesty insists that you personally apologize to her.”


    A rush of anger surged through me. “Molly’s issue was none of my doing. Why should I be the one to apologize?”


    The servant replied seriously, “Miss Dunn, nobody risks their child’s safety just to frame someone. His Majesty has said that without giving you a proper punishment now, this kind of incident can repeat itself.”


    The anger I felt made me tremble. “I refuse to apologize.”


    The head servant scoffed and said coldly, “Miss Dunn, this is amand from the crown. You don’t have the luxury to refuse.” Then, he waved his hand, and the soldiers stationed outside came in to take me away.


    They grabbed my arms with force and began to drag me to the hospital.


    “Let go of me! I won’t go,” I protested, struggling against their firm grip, but it was futile. I stood no chance against their strength. Evie and Alice were ready to intervene, but fearing they might get hurt, I steeled myself and allowed the servants to lead me to the hospital.


    In the hospital room, Mollyy frail in the bed, her face ghostly pale. The soldiers pushed me into the room, and upon seeing me, Molly’s eyes welled up, and she began to cry.


    The servant’s voice cut through the tense air. “Miss Dunn, please apologize immediately!”


    Lifting my chin defiantly, I stood my ground. “I won’t apologize,” I dered with an unwavering tone. “Even if it costs me my life, I will not apologize for something I didn’t do.”


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    Makenna’s POV:


    Due to my pregnancy, the servants were careful not to cause me physical harm, choosing instead to control me by threatening to involve the king.


    “Miss Dunn, if you don’t abandon this stubbornness, we will inform the king, and he will deal with you.”


    I met the gaze of the head servant with unwavering calm and dered, “I refuse to confess to a crime I did notmit. There will be no apology from me.”


    The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps approached. Before I could even turn, aforting hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me slightly back.


    yton stepped in front of me protectively.


    “This issue has nothing to do with Makenna.” His striking features hardened with displeasure, his golden eyes slicing sharply through the assembled group. It was a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor. His gaze was now cold, almost menacing. “If you bother her further, I won’t hold back in making you regret it!”


    With that, he grasped my hand firmly and led me past the servants, who tried in vain to block our path.


    Once outside the hospital, yton’s expression softened and he spoke with regret. “I’m sorry, Makenna. It seems Molly informed my father of the incident the moment I left.”


    I gave a slight nod to show I understood. “It’s not your fault. How is Molly doing, though? Is she okay?”


    My question seemed to baffle yton. His brows knitted together as he answered, “Molly hasn’t shown any weakness from her pregnancy. The doctor thinks her fainting might have been caused by a surge of emotions.”


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