?Chapter 549:


    Leonardo drew a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. “I won’t hold this against you because you just lost a child. I heard the child was healthy at birth. Is that true?”


    I perked up at his question. “I did see my child crying. He looked perfectly fine. I refuse to believe my child is dead!” I insisted.


    “Are you sure about this, Makenna?” Leonardo asked, his gaze fixed intently on me.


    Tears ran down my cheeks again as I nodded firmly. “I am sure! The princes told me the child died a few minutes after birth. Is that true?”


    “That’s what it seems like. However, we are investigating the exact cause of the child’s death,” he replied.


    “But that’s absurd! How does a healthy child suddenly die?” I asked in frustration.


    “I will make sure the matter is thoroughly investigated. You need to rest for now,” Leonardo said.


    There was a short pause before he continued. “Although you didn’t sessfully deliver an heir for the Lycan royal family, I want you to know that I see you as a victim too, and I don’t me you. I hope you will be able to birth more heirs for the Lycan royal family in the future.”


    With that, Leonardo turned and left. As the door closed, a wave of profound sorrow washed over me. Iy there, too exhausted to cry, yet the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.


    Just then, Evie entered with a tray of food. “You haven’t had anything to eat in a while. Please try to eat something,” she said gently.


    I looked at the food with indifference. I had no appetite. “I’m not hungry.”


    Evie sighed softly and ced the tray on the table beside the bed. “I know you’re feeling down, but that doesn’t mean you should stop taking care of yourself.”


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    “I just can’t bring myself to eat,” I said, turning away. At that moment, I wished I could simply die.


    Evie, however, refused to give up. “You have to eat something, Makenna, or your body will begin to fall apart. What would I do if something happened to you?”


    I turned to her and, for the first time, noticed how worn out she looked. I didn’t want to add to her worries. “Alright, I’ll eat a little.”


    Evie let out a sigh of relief and began unpacking the dishes from the tray. “These are your favorite dishes. They’re really delicious. You should try them,” she said as she worked.


    “It does look good,” I replied with a forced smile.


    “Of course it does,” Evie said, smiling faintly.


    She helped me over to the dining table and sat me down. Then she ced a steaming bowl of soup before me and handed me a spoon. “Have some soup first.”


    I took a spoonful. Though I had no appetite, I had to admit the soup tasted good.


    “The king and the princes are all saddened by the child’s death. They will get to the bottom of it. Don’t dwell on it for too long. Everything will get better,” Evie said gently, trying tofort me.


    “That doesn’t change the fact that my child is dead,” I answered bitterly, tears welling up in my eyes again.


    “Do you think your child would be happy to see you like this? He wouldn’t. He would want you to pull yourself together and live your life well. Be strong for him and for yourself,” Evie said, taking my hand.


    Despite her words, despair clung to me. Would the princes really look into this? Where had they been when I was giving birth to my child? They were with other women.


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