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    Bryan’s eyes then shifted to yton, who stood behind Dominic, and he added hoarsely, “She said she wants you to personallyy her to rest.”


    His hands covered his face as he let out a heartbreaking wail. Dominic’s eyes, too, glistened with tears.


    yton, though the one closest to Makenna, appeared the mostposed. Choking back a sob, he said, “We should make sure Makenna’s dying wishes are fulfilled.”


    yton’s POV:


    I looked at Makenna lying on the bed, still as if she were already gone from this world. Though I knew she wasn’t truly dead, the sight of her motionless form struck a grief so deep it wrapped around my heart like a heavy chain. Thank goodness it was only an act. As long as I could get Makenna safely away from the pce, she would never have to face this kind of sorrow again.


    “No! I am not letting Makenna leave the pce!” Bryan’s voice was fierce and defiant as he clutched the letter, refusing to ept the reality before him.


    I turned to Bryan, letting my expression echo the sorrow. “This is herst wish, Bryan. Respect her choice.”


    “Enough!” Bryan’s re was sharp, filled with a rage that could tear me apart. “What gives you the right to take her away?”


    “If I don’t have the right, then do you?” I met his gaze head-on, refusing to flinch.


    The tension in the air was nearly explosive when Dominic, who had been standing silently beside us, finally broke in, his voice edged with cold resolve. “If this is her final wish, we should grant it.”


    With that, Dominic turned and walked away, his face set in a somber expression. Bryan wanted to argue, but one look at Makenna’s lifeless face made him fall silent. With reluctance, he returned to her side, sping her hand as if it were hisst connection to her.


    Bryan and Dominic eventually agreed, despite their unwillingness, granting her final wish.


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    I then set the n into motion: Makenna would escape from the pce by feigning death. The pill would only sustain her in this state for three days. To ensure her safe escape, I arranged for a coffin without dy. The funeral was organized swiftly, everything unfolding in a hurried blur.


    As the mourners drifted from the pce grounds toward the ce where Makenna’s child was buried, I sat in the car, a thrill of anticipation creeping up my spine. Soon, Makenna would be free—and only mine.


    The n was simple: I would pretend to bury her, leaving her with an oxygen tank in the coffin, just enough tost until I could retrieve her under the cover of night.


    Finally, we reached the cemetery where Makenna’s body was to be interred. As her coffin was lowered into the ground, I put on a show of grief, lowering my gaze and standing in silence, as though I were genuinely mourning.


    Then, Dominic suddenly ced a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and his piercing gaze made my heart race. Dominic had always been wary, sharp-eyed. Could he have sensed something was off?


    Clenching my fists discreetly, I kept myposure and asked in a hoarse, sorrowful voice, “What is it?”


    Dominic studied me for a long moment before speaking, his tone deliberate. “You don’t look very heartbroken.”


    My heart skipped, but I managed a strained smile. “Not all grief is loud or showy. Makenna’s death is a blow, but I keep my pain inside.”


    He continued to stare, as if weighing the truth of my words. Atst, he looked away. I was just beginning to rx when he posed another question.


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