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    yton’s voice was a de of ice, cutting through the silence as he leveled a look of pure contempt and fury at Molly.


    Leonardo’s face grew even darker at yton’s admission. He turned to Molly with fire in his eyes, snapping, “Molly, you had better have a reasonable answer for this, or the consequences will be yours to bear.”


    With a desperate cry, Molly dropped to her knees, her body trembling as she wailed, “Your Majesty, this is all a cruel fabrication! I got pregnant after sleeping with Prince yton. Makenna saw us in bed together at that time—how could it be false?”


    Her tearful cries cast her as a fragile bloom in a winter storm, a pitiful sight meant to tug at the hearts of those around her.


    But I wasn’t about to let her theatrics sway anyone. With a smirk, I stepped forward, holding the magic potion given to me by the mysterious man, and poured it over Molly.


    Molly screamed, her face a mask of panic, unable to escape fast enough as the potion drenched herpletely. In mere moments, her stomach swelled grotesquely, the bulge far beyond what it should have been at her stage of pregnancy.


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    “Oh my god! This is unbelievable!”


    “It’s actually true!”


    Sounds of surprise and disbelief from the gathered crowd filled the hall.


    Leonardo’s face went ashen in shock. He mmed his hand on the armrest of his throne and demanded angrily, “What on earth is going on, Molly?”


    Molly’s face had gone pale. Trembling on the floor, she stuttered, “Your Majesty, I… I truly know nothing about this. It’s a lie, a terrible lie!”


    I let out a coldugh and said, “If you think I lie, then I’m sure you will have no problem letting the doctor verify how long you’ve been pregnant—and letting Prince yton sense the fetus again. Right?”


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    All color drained from Molly’s face at this. She tried to speak but choked on the words, her terrified eyes darting helplessly around the hall.


    Leonardo took notice and grew even angrier. Gesturing to his guards, hemanded, “Get a doctor to conduct a thorough examination on Molly’s child, now!”


    The guards quickly left to carry out the king’s order and soon returned with a doctor.


    Molly, now desperate as a cornered rat, pleaded, “Please listen to me, Your Majesty. I’m being framed!”


    Leonardo, however, paid her no heed. Instead, he instructed the guards to restrain her so the doctor could perform the examination.


    Molly was quickly held down as the doctor began. Each second of waiting felt like a lifetime.


    Finally, the doctorpleted the examination. He turned gravely to Leonardo and said, “Molly’s pregnancy has indeed progressed nearly two months since thest check-up, Your Majesty. She will give birth in about a month.”


    The statement sucked the life out of all of Molly’s hopes and dreams. She copsed to the floor, trembling in fear.


    Veins bulged along Leonardo’s neck, his eyes burning with fury. His wrath was terrible to behold.


    “What the hell is going on?” he thundered, abruptly rising from his throne. His voice boomed like a storm.


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