?Chapter 555:


    “Shh, Makenna,” he whispered, his voice a balm to my shattered soul. “You’re not alone. I’m here. Always.”


    I wept until there were no more tears left. When I finally lifted my head, I found yton looking at me with quiet determination. His presence was an anchor, keeping me from drifting into the darkness.


    “Your Highness,” I murmured, wiping my tear-streaked face, “I’m ready to leave. But I need time to say goodbye. To everyone. To everything.”


    yton smiled faintly as he nodded. “Take all the time you need,” he said.


    After he left, I lingered in my room, letting my gaze sweep over every familiar detail. Each corner held a memory, both precious and painful. Relief and reluctance warred within me. Leaving this ce meant leaving behind not only the heartache but also the small fragments of happiness I had clung to.


    I pressed a hand to my chest, my heart aching. If the child had lived, would I ever have wanted to leave?


    As my thoughts drifted, an image of Bryan—the father of my child—filled my mind. He had suffered this loss alongside me, and I could only imagine the pain he bore, a grief carried in silence. I couldn’t leave without seeing him onest time. I owed him that, at least.


    Summoning every bit of strength, I made my way to Bryan’s residence, my mind a whirl of thoughts. When I reached his study, I paused, watching him through the crack in the door. His shoulders were hunched over his desk, weariness etched into every line of his body. The dark circles under his eyes betrayed sleepless nights, and my heart clenched at the sight.


    Bryan looked up, surprise flickering across his face when he saw me. In an instant, he was on his feet, worry darkening his already shadowed gaze.


    “Makenna,” he said, striding toward me, “why are you out here alone? You should have sent for me.”


    He guided me to the sofa, his touch gentle as he pressed a ss of milk into my hands. “How are you feeling today?”


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    I searched his face, a mix of emotions tangling inside me. “I’m… alright,” I replied, though it sounded hollow even to my own ears.


    His shoulders…


    sagged with relief, but his face was shrouded in sadness once more. An unspoken sorrow lingered between us.


    “I…” he stammered. I could see the struggle within him, the words he couldn’t bring himself to say.


    I managed a bittersweet smile, cing a hand on his arm. “Your Highness, I already know the results of the investigation.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Bryan looked utterly stunned. “You… how did you know…” He seemed as though he wanted tofort me, but before he could, his eyes began to redden.


    I was taken aback, noticing the faint glimmer of tears gathering in his deep eyes, gradually making them moist.


    “Your Highness…”


    I opened my mouth to speak, but Bryan gently sped my hand instead. His fingertips trembled just enough for me to feel.


    In a voice hoarse with emotion, he said, “Makenna, we can still have more children. As for those people in the delivery room… I swear I’ll make them pay for our child.”


    “No.”


    Anxiety surged within me as I quickly tightened my hold on his hand. “If the child truly died from a difficult birth, it’s a heartbreak no one could have prevented. The medical staff are innocent. I beg you and His Majesty, don’t take it out on them.”


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