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    But that didn’t faze me. Did she really think she was the only one skilled at wearing a mask?


    I bent slightly, letting out a weak series of coughs, each one stealing what little energy I had left.


    After a moment, I spoke in a frail voice. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve grown so fragile all of a sudden.”


    Molly’s face shifted to one of deep concern at my words, her false sympathy almostughable.


    “Makenna, despite everything that’s gone wrong between us, seeing you like this makes me feel genuinely awful,” she said in a soft tone. “I truly hope you recover soon.”


    Hah! She really knew how to y her role.


    I sneered inwardly, but outwardly, I wore an expression of admiration. “Molly, I envy your health so much. Unlike me, ever since I became pregnant, I’ve only been getting weaker.”


    Then, as if a thought suddenly struck me, I turned my gaze to her with hopeful eyes. “Molly, would you mind sharing your secret? How do you stay so healthy?”


    For the briefest moment, difort flickered across Molly’s face before she smoothed it over.


    With a smug grin, she ced a hand on her belly and said, “Everyone’s body is different, Makenna. Maybe you just weren’t built to carry a Lycan’s child.”


    Alice couldn’t hold back any longer, her voice dripping with disdain. “What’s there to be proud of? A child whose own father doesn’t care won’t be cherished, even if it makes it into this world.”


    “You!” Molly’s face instantly contorted with rage.


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    I quickly cut in, coughing violently, as if my very life was slipping through my fingers, before Molly could explode. “Molly, Alice is just speaking without thinking. Don’t mind…”


    Her. “She’s only worried about me and didn’t choose her words carefully. Please, don’t be upset.” I pressed a hand to my chest, ying the part of someone frail and apologetic, all while trying to calm her.


    Molly was seething from Alice’s remark, but looking at my sorry state, she was forced to swallow her anger. Her expression twisted, her face nearly grotesque from the effort of keeping her cool.


    Atst, she exhaled sharply and forced a serene smile, waving it off. “It’s fine, I won’t take it to heart.”


    Straightening herself up, she tried to recover her haughty air. “Besides, I’m about to be the Lycan princess. Why should I stoop to the same level as her?”


    I barely registered her bragging, my mind returning to that flicker of unease I’d seen in her earlier.


    Molly, it seemed, was riddled with secrets.


    With that thought, I didn’t feel like wasting more breath on her. I pretended to grow even weaker, my voice trailing off. “Molly, I’m really feeling terribly exhausted today. I’d like to rest for a bit. Maybe…”


    Before I could finish, Molly took the hint. “Of course, you rest well. I’ll be off.”


    As soon as Molly left the house, I reflected on everything that had happened and said, “Maybe, as Prince yton suspected, the child Molly carries isn’t his at all. He could be sensing a connection because of some magic potion. Otherwise, how could Molly bear a Lycan heir without showing a single sign of weakness?”


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