?Chapter 477:


    As he spoke, darkness enveloped me once more, and I slipped into unconsciousness again.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I was dazed when I awoke, no longer surrounded by the ward’s stark white walls and the sharp scent of disinfectant. Instead, I found myself in a cozy room with warm, inviting décor.


    Where was I? Confusion swirled in my mind like a storm.


    Before I could piece together my surroundings, a gentle voice drifted into my ears.


    “Makenna, are you feeling any better now?”


    I turned my head sharply at the sound, my heart racing. Sitting by my bedside was yton. He wore a crisp white shirt, his eyes brimming with concern, and beneath that worryy a deep tenderness that tugged at my heart.


    In his hands, he held a bowl of fragrant soup. Seeing I was awake, he carefully helped me sit up, his movements delicate, as though I were a precious treasure. Then he scooped some soup with a spoon and brought it to my lips.


    “Come on, have some soup. It’s good for you.”


    But I felt no desire to taste it. My heart was heavy with unease, a weight that had lingered since before I lost consciousness.


    “Where am I?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.


    “Just have some soup first,” yton replied, sidestepping my question as he tried again to feed me.


    Turning my head away, I snapped, “Stop with the soup! Just tell me what’s really going on.”


    yton sighed softly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. “Makenna, please, just be good. We won’t hurt you.”


    Something in his demeanor felt off, and my unease deepened. I fixed him with a piercing stare, refusing to back down.


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    “What’s really happening? I won’t feel at ease until youy it all out for me.”


    yton fell silent, his eyes clouding over before he finally spoke.


    “We’ve decided to let you have an abortion.”


    The words struck me like a thunderp. Abortion? How could that even be considered? I would never agree to it!


    In a surge of fury, I knocked the bowl from his hands. With a crash, the soup sttered across the floor, and the porcin shattered into countless pieces.


    My voice trembled with fury as I demanded, “Are you all out of your minds? That’s my baby!”


    yton’s brows drew together in concern. “Makenna, that’s not a baby. It’s a curse that could bring you harm!”


    I shook my head violently, tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, it’s not! It’s my baby. I can feel it inside me—quiet and calm. How could it possibly hurt me?”


    “Makenna, just listen…” yton tried to persuade me, but I no longer had the strength to hear him.


    I shoved him away, rising unsteadily from the bed, and staggered toward the door. In my haste, I nearly stumbled, but my resolve was too strong to let me fall. Somehow, a surge of strength coursed through me, as if an unseen force were holding me upright.


    I reached the door and yanked it open with trembling hands, only to collide with a solid figure. I staggered again, but a powerful arm caught me before I could fall.


    Lifting my gaze, I saw Dominic. Dressed in somber attire, he radiated an aura of dominance. His brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with reproach. “Why are you running around instead of resting?”


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