?Chapter 559:


    “You were thest person Makenna saw before she died, weren’t you?”


    A tense beat passed, but I maintained a calm expression, nodding with a hint of regret. “Yes, I was with her just before the end.”


    Dominic’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning grave. “Did she say anything to you?”


    I shook my head, my voice heavy with remorse. “No. If I had the slightest idea she was nning this, I never would have left her alone. I would have stayed.”


    Dominic’s gaze tightened, suspicion flickering faintly in his eyes, but he let it pass without furtherment.


    I turned my eyes back to the buried coffin, unsettled. Had Dominic seen through any part of the n? My palms were damp, my thoughts racing.


    Tonight, I would have to be extra cautious—Dominic could not be allowed to suspect a thing.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I opened my eyes slowly as the effects of the pill began to wear off, finding myself enveloped in darkness. The space around me was cramped and silent. It seemed I was no longer in the pce and was now in a coffin.


    I tried to move my limbs but couldn’t. A tremendous pressure weighed down on my chest, and breathing grew more difficult as the air inside the coffin grew stale. I remembered that yton had mentioned cing an oxygen cylinder inside. Fumbling in the dark, my hands finally found it. I inhaled deeply, and the oxygen calmed me a little.


    “You have to hurry and get me out of this coffin, yton,” I murmured faintly.


    As Iy there in the suffocating darkness, I couldn’t help but recall when leaving the pce had only been a dream. I had thought I would feel free, even happy, but now that I had escaped, all I felt was nostalgia and reluctance.


    Bryan… Dominic…


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    When I thought of them, a strange emotion welled up inside me. I had never imagined they would be so heartbroken when they saw me “dead.” Was I too cruel in deceiving them like that?


    I shook my head, trying to banish the thought. There was no turning back now.


    Suddenly, I heard a noise above. My heart leapt. Was it yton? Had he finallye to take me out of this dreadful coffin?


    Excitement pounded in my chest as the sound grew closer. Then, after what felt like forever, the lid of the coffin was slowly pried open, and a blinding beam of light struck my face. I raised my hands to shield my eyes from the re.


    When they finally adjusted, I looked up—and my heart skipped a beat.


    Dominic?


    How could it be Dominic?


    His face was somber, and in his eyes flickered a storm of emotions—anger, sadness, and, to my shock, a hint of affection.


    “Dominic? Why are you here?” I asked, still in disbelief.


    “Surprised, are we? So you really aren’t dead,” Dominic said with a chilling smile. The anger in his eyes burned more fiercely now.


    Fear gripped me, and I swallowed hard. “How… how did you find out?” Their n had been perfect. How had Dominic noticed something was amiss?


    “At first, I believed it. However, yton’s eagerness to hold the funeral led me to suspect something was wrong.”


    A chill ran down my spine, and the only thought in my mind was that I had to run. I tried to get up but found my legs too weak from disuse.


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