?Chapter 553:


    Iughed maniacally as I watched him go. “Your suffering has only just begun, Makenna! I’ll make sure you experience pain on a level never felt before. I will show you the foolishness of crossing me!”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Standing at my child’s funeral, the world around me faded to shades of gray, muted and bleak. It was as if all color had been drained from life itself. The thought of being buried alongside my child whispered temptingly—it seemed less painful than facing the hollow void of life without him.


    The weight of sorrow was too much, and soon my knees buckled. I fainted again.


    When I finally came to, I was back in my room. I tried to lift myself, but my limbs felt like lead, too drained to even attempt to rise. Instead, Iy motionless, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as silent tears slid down my cheeks.


    I had truly lost my child forever. The realization struck me like a p of cold water. My hands fisted the quilt as though holding on for dear life, but my sobs were soundless, too exhausted to be anything more than quiet weeping.


    Just then, the door creaked open and yton stepped inside. His face, usuallyposed, was marred with worry and sorrow, his brows knitted in unspoken pain as he approached.


    “Makenna,” he urged softly, his voice thick with grief, “you need to find your strength. The child wouldn’t want to see you like this.”


    The words cut like a knife. I closed my eyes, drained. “You don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You don’t know how much this child meant to me.”


    “I do, Makenna.” His voice was soft but sure as he sat beside me, gathering me into his arms. “I know you’re in pain, and it’s tearing me apart too.”


    His embrace was steady, warm, anchoring me to reality amidst the storm. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I leaned into him, letting my defenses copse as sobs wracked my chest. For a moment, I was a child again, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing left.


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    “Your Highness…” My words were barely coherent between broken breaths. “I’m not a fit mother. This is my fault.”


    yton’s hand moved gently across my back, rubbing in soothing circles. “No, Makenna. None of this is your fault.” His voice carried a bitter edge, self-reproach lingering beneath the tenderness. “It’s mine. I should have done more.”


    He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his expression darkened by remorse. “I had nned to take you far from the pce once the baby was born, but… I didn’t foresee what happened at the party. I couldn’t have imagined you would go intobor so soon, either…”


    He lowered his head, guilt etched into every line of his face. “If I had nned better, you wouldn’t have suffered. You wouldn’t have lost the baby.”


    “Stop,” I murmured, shaking my head. I reached up and gripped his shirt, my tears dampening the fabric. “yton, don’t me yourself. This… this was beyond us.”


    But my words gave littlefort. His arms only tightened around me, his hold fierce, as though he could somehow shield me from this devastating loss.


    “Makenna… do you still want to leave the pce?”


    The question caught me off guard, but after a moment, I managed a nod, firm and resolute. Leaving was all I could think of now. I wanted to escape the pce, to get away from the endless echoes of grief that haunted every hall.


    Seeing the determination in my eyes, yton’s face softened with a touch of relief. He lowered his head, brushing a kiss against my forehead as he murmured, “Alright. I’ll get you out. Soon.”


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