?Chapter 510:


    No sooner had I spoken than a familiar, gentle voice echoed in my mind, like a fragment of a dream, urging me to find a man named Jett Armstrong.


    Jett… Could the stranger standing before me be Jett?


    I fixed my gaze on him, searching his face. “Are you Jett Armstrong?”


    He froze, his body stiffening like a statue, and his face darkened as he coldly warned, “Some questions are better left unasked.”


    Without another word, he pulled a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to me. “This potion will return the fetus in Molly’s womb to its original size and sever any connection it has with Prince yton. But that’s all I can tell you.”


    And with that, he turned on his heel to leave.


    No! I couldn’t let him vanish like that when so much still hung in the air, unanswered.


    Desperate, I reached out instinctively, my hand brushing against his.


    In response, he merely turned, waving his hand dismissively in my direction.


    Suddenly, a strange, heady fragrance enveloped me, and a heavy dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred, and I felt myself slipping away into unconsciousness.


    When I came to, daylight was streaming through the window, warming my face. I sat up slowly, still groggy. Before I could gather my thoughts, someone held a cup of water to my lips, helping me drink.


    The cold water brought me to full awareness, and as I turned, I saw the three princes and Alice clustered by the window, watching me anxiously.


    Alice’s voice brimmed with concern. “Makenna, are you alright?”


    “I’m okay,” I replied, shaking my head to clear the lingering haze.


    At my response, a collective sigh of relief filled the room.


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    “Humph,” Bryan, standing off to the side, sneered. “Didn’t you say that man wouldn’t harm you? How did you end up unconscious again?”


    His voice dripped with sarcasm, and I pressed my lips together, my feelings churning withplexity.


    Beside me, yton frowned, his gaze snapping to Bryan. “That’s enough with the cheap shots.”


    “Oh, only you know how to y the role of the hero,” Bryan scoffed.


    Sensing an argument brewing, I raised a weary hand. “Please, don’t bicker. I’ve already pieced together Molly’s situation.”


    Dominic’s eyes sharpened with interest. “What exactly happened? Exin it all.”


    Taking a steadying breath, I recounted everything I’d learned from the mysterious manst night.


    But I held back the part about his warning to beware of the Lycan n.


    The three of them exchanged thoughtful nces, the air heavy with contemtion over both the man’s identity and Molly’s schemes.


    Alice, on the other hand, didn’t overthink. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Finally, we can put an end to that wretched Molly’s games!”


    Her enthusiasm tugged a smile from me, but the thought of my mother’s ne, still in Molly’s possession, swiftly wiped it away.


    “My mother’s ne is still with Molly. I don’t know how I’ll ever get it back,” I murmured, a pang of worry twisting inside me.


    Alice gave my shoulder a reassuring pat, smiling with quiet confidence. “Don’t fret. Once Molly’s exposed, that ne will find its way back to you.”


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