?Chapter 581:


    The thought of Makenna’s despair upon discovering this filled me with immense pleasure.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I trudged back to my house, exhausted. The moment I entered, I noticed Evie busily tidying up. At the sound of the door, she looked up, her face immediately showing worry when she saw me.


    “Makenna, you didn’te backst night. What happened?”


    Memories of the intense events from the night before made me blush. I quickly changed the subject.


    “Nothing… nothing at all. Evie, could you get some ingredients ready?”


    “Why do you need ingredients?” she asked, confused. “Just let me know what you’re hungry for, and I’ll make it.”


    I bit my lip, gathering my thoughts. “Prince yton is locked up, and his fate is uncertain. I need to free him soon. So, I n to cook for Prince Dominic and Prince Bryan, hoping they will help in rescuing Prince yton.”


    Evie’s eyes widened in shock. “Makenna, are you really going to plead with the other princes for Prince yton’s sake?”


    “I have no power. Asking for their help is the only choice I have,” I admitted with a ruefulugh, feeling resigned.


    Evie’s gaze softened withpassion. “You’ve endured a lot, Makenna. I’ll help you with the cookingter, so you don’t have to wear yourself out.”


    “Thanks, Evie,” I replied gratefully. Her presence lifted my spirits.


    She smiled reassuringly and began to gather the necessary ingredients for cooking. Together, we quickly put together an borate meal.


    Evie then left to invite Bryan and Dominic, while I remained at the dining table, waiting nervously for their arrival. My heart was restless, questioning whether they would truly be willing to help. Still, I was determined to do whatever it took to save yton.


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    Soon, the sound of firm footsteps approached from outside, causing my heart to race. They were here.


    Bryan and Dominic walked into the house one after the other. Bryan, ever the epitome of pride, strutted over and took a seat next to me.


    Dominic, whose injuries had mostly healed thanks to my breast milk, looked much healthier now. He nced at Bryan with disdain before settling on my other side.


    Once seated, Bryan tilted his head, eyeing me curiously. “Why the sudden feast? What’s your motive?”


    “Is the worlding to an end? You actually prepared a meal for us,” Dominic remarked in a yful tone, equally surprised. “Do you want a favor from us?”


    I nearly responded sharply, but the thought of yton made me hold my tongue. Instead, I offered them a forced but pleasant smile. “I just wanted to share a meal with you. Please enjoy the dishes that Evie and I made with great care.”


    I then picked up a bottle of wine and poured them each a ss. Their surprise only deepened.


    Bryan swirled his wine and looked at me sarcastically. “You haven’tced this with poison, have you?”


    Hisment was exasperating! Frustrated, I grabbed the ss from Bryan’s hand and eximed, “If you don’t want to drink it, then don’t. I might as well pour it down the drain!”


    Bryan chuckled, collected the ss back from me, and gulped it in one go. “What’s the worst that could happen, even if it is poisoned? You think I’d be scared?” he teased, grinning mischievously.


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