?Chapter 472:


    The shocking news hit me like a thunderp, and I copsed to the floor in disbelief. “How… how can this be happening?” My voice trembled with despair.


    Gwyn, herplexion pale, urged, “Please try to stay calm…”


    “What exactly urred?” I clutched her arm tightly, frantic with questions. “Isn’t it Makenna and her despicable friends who should face punishment?”


    “I heard that Prince Dominic found out your sister had drugged the lion…” Gwyn recounted the story, fearcing her words.


    Fury ignited in my chest as I listened. “This is undoubtedly Makenna’s twisted scheme to frame her!” I shouted, my voice burning with rage. “I need to see His Majesty! I have to save my sister!”


    Struggling to rise from the floor, I leaned on Gwyn for support as we made our way toward Leonardo’s pce. With every step, my heart burned with anger and hatred, each stride feeling like I was trudging through msses. Hayley was my closestpanion; I could not simply stand by while she faced execution.


    However, before we reached Leonardo, the guards stationed outside the royal chambers halted us.


    With an impassive demeanor, one guard said, “I’m sorry, Miss Molly White, but His Majesty is not seeing anyone.”


    My heart sank like a stone. It seemed Leonardo had set his mind on executing Hayley. I returned to the vi in utter destion, as if my spirit had evaporated. I sank into a chair, staring nkly into space. What was I supposed to do? How could I save my sister?


    Suddenly, a spark of realization struck me—Prince yton! A flicker of hope ignited within me. Yes! yton believed I was pregnant with his child. If I could just see him, I could surely persuade him to intervene for my sister.


    So, I feigned excruciating pain, contorting my face and clutching my stomach tightly. Weakly, I instructed a servant, “Quick, send someone to Makenna’s residence to find Prince yton! Tell him I’m feeling very unwell.”


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    Soon enough, the servant returned, but my heart plummeted when I learned yton had refused to see me. I broke down at the news, my voice rising in despair. “Why? Why won’t he see me?” I shouted, losing control in a fit of rage, hurling objects around the vi. Vases, cups, and trinkets shattered into countless pieces.


    Gwyn anxiously tried to calm me. “Please, don’t let your anger take over. If Makenna has a miscarriage, your child will be of utmost importance. We can’t let anything happen to it.”


    At her words, a light sparked in my mind. Yes! The presence of two Lycan descendants in the pce had made Leonardo indifferent to my sister’s fate, choosing instead to prioritize a mere lion over my pregnancy with yton’s child.


    With this realization, I turned to Gwyn with urgency. “Hurry and find out how Makenna is doing! I need to know if her health has taken a turn for the worse!”


    “Okay,” Gwyn replied.


    Before long, she returned, her face alight with joy. “I just found out that Makenna fainted and was taken to the hospital!”


    Molly’s POV:


    “Is it true? Has that wretched Makenna been sent to the hospital?” I asked with eager anticipation, and Gwyn nodded vigorously in response.


    Joy washed over me, but I quickly stifled my excitement, reminding myself that this was only the beginning. Makenna had to lose her child before Hayley faced execution.


    As I contemted this, my expression darkened. Typically, the wheels of justice turned slowly, taking about a week to execute a criminal. If I could orchestrate Makenna’s miscarriage within this timeframe, surely Leonardo would attach great importance to me and my unborn child. Perhaps he might even spare Hayley to ensure my child would be born safely.


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