?Chapter 489:


    “All right.” Molly seemed to sense my urgency and agreed without hesitation, her face now a picture of calm andposure. “Your Highness, please feel free to proceed.” With that, Molly stepped forward, slightly angling her body, inviting me to go ahead.


    I took a deep breath and gently reached toward her abdomen.


    In that instant, a familiar, subtle, and unusual scent wafted through the air like a ghost slipping silently past me, yet I couldn’t pinpoint its source.


    As I inhaled that scent, I indeed sensed the child nestled within Molly’s womb.


    A surge of shock washed over me, followed by a joy I couldn’t quite contain.


    I was certain I had smelled that same scent.


    If that was the case, didn’t it prove that the child in Molly’s belly wasn’t mine at all? Was it all a scheme she concocted with the magical potion?


    Seeing me lost in thought, Molly looked at me with expectation, seemingly waiting for my verdict.


    “Your Highness, did you feel it? Did you sense any change in the child?” Molly asked, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue of shyness.


    At that moment, having learned what I needed to know, I couldn’t be bothered to respond. I withdrew my hand and turned to leave.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I felt my body slowly crumbling, growing weaker with each tick of the clock. I slipped into unconsciousness time and again, and each time, it took longer to pull myself back from the depths.


    Yet, unexpectedly, this time, a dream unfolded. In that dream, I beheld that sacred figure again. She radiated kindness and warmth, as she always did.


    Then, a familiar voice from the recesses of my memory floated gently to me, still as divine and ethereal as I remembered. “My child, you’ve endured so much. Hang in there, and you will be alright.”


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    Unable to hold back any longer, tears cascaded down my cheeks.


    “I’m really in so much pain; it’s so much suffering,” I murmured in agony, curled up on the bed.


    But soon, that figure approached me, gently stroking my head as if to offer sce. “It’s alright now, everything will be fine. I’ve already made sure that dreadful woman pays for her deeds, burning her skin as retribution…”


    A smile crept across my face despite the pain, and the voice softened even further. “Child, you must seek out Jett Armstrong. I believe it is time for him toe to your aid.”


    Jett Armstrong… Who was this person?


    Just as confusion washed over me, the figure began to fade.


    A wave of reluctance swelled in my heart. I longed to reach out and grasp her, but I felt powerless. I shouted out in desperation, “Don’t leave me!”


    “I cannot linger for long, my child. We will meet again.” The ethereal voice faded, until she waspletely gone.


    I jolted awake from the dream, my fingers brushing my cheeks to find them already wet with tears.


    To my surprise, I discovered I had returned to my human form, and the pain that once enveloped me had diminished significantly, leaving a sense of warmth andfort.


    Could it be that the figure in my dream had somehow eased my suffering?


    The next instant, I heard Dominic say in my ear, his voice a little nervous, “Makenna, how are you feeling?” Alice, witnessing my change, erupted into tears, eximing…


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