?Chapter 629:


    “Okay,” I murmured, my voice distant, my mood sinking deeper into despair with each passing moment.


    That night, I tossed and turned, sleep just out of reach. I couldn’t stop worrying about Evelyn, her pale face haunting me, and I finally decided I had to see her. But just as I was about to leave my room, a wave of dizziness struck me, leaving me weak and drained.


    I touched my forehead, realizing I had a fever. Fortunately, Evie came in with water, and upon seeing my condition, she quickly set to work, tending to me with quiet care, feeding me cold medicine.


    I slouched back against the bed, my body heavy with both illness and the weight of my thoughts, sinking deeper into misery.


    A soft knock echoed at the door. I lifted my head slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Who’s there?”


    A familiar voice came through, low and steady. “It’s me.”


    yton. My heart gave a sharp jolt at the sound of his voice. Before I could respond, he had already pushed the door open and entered.


    Seeing him made a spark of warmth flicker inside me, but it was quickly smothered by the cold weight of his earlier departure with Evelyn.


    Iy there, my voice distant and detached as I spoke. “What do you want?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Can’t I juste see you?”


    yton approached the bedside, his movements gentle as he tucked the nket around me, his voiceced with concern. “You look so pale. Are you feeling alright?”


    Now, he was showing care, but where was he when I needed him the most? I dropped my gaze, avoiding the weight of his worried stare, shaking my head slightly, my voice rough and strained. “I’m fine.”


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    I hesitated, thinking about Evelyn, then quickly looked up, urgency in my eyes. “Evelyn… How is she? Is she okay now?”


    yton let out a heavy sigh at my question, his brow furrowing in resignation. “Evelyn has asthma. Theke water triggered an attack.”


    A sharp pang gripped my chest, and I grabbed onto his sleeve, anxiety creeping into my voice. “Is she in serious condition?”


    He shook his head, his hand gently patting my head as if to soothe me. “Luckily, she was rescued in time. She’s alright, don’t worry.”


    Another sigh escaped him, his eyes soft but filled with regret. “Makenna, I’m sorry. We overreacted today. Evelyn’s condition… it reminded us of the past.”


    I frowned, my heart heavy with curiosity, waiting for him to continue.


    “Back then, Anthea was raped by those wizards, and it set off her asthma. But those monsters…” yton’s voice cracked, his anger ring as his hands clenched into fists. “They only made it worse. They took pleasure in her pain.”


    Hearing that, a storm of emotions churned in my chest. I felt both sympathy for Anthea’s torment and guilt for Evelyn. I was about to say I didn’t me them, that it was understandable, when suddenly a frantic knock on the door shattered the air, apanied by a voice full of dread.


    “Your Highness, something’s wrong! Evelyn’s asthma’s ring up again.”


    yton sprang to his feet, his expression hardening, his lips set in a firm line. “I can’t stay here. I need to check on her.” His voice was tight, the urgency in his eyes unmistakable.


    He nced at me briefly, his tone softening just a touch. “Makenna, rest well. I’lle by to see you tomorrow.”


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