?Chapter 633:


    A strained smile tugged at my lips as I turned to Evelyn, fighting back the tears brimming in my eyes. “Miss Nixon, I’ll visit you another day.”


    Without waiting for a response, I spun on my heel and walked away, my pace brisk and unyielding.


    The moment I stepped outside, a chill wind whipped against me, wrapping itself around me like an icy reminder of my solitude. I shivered, trying to steady my racing heart, but the sound of hurried footsteps behind me shattered my fragile calm.


    A firm hand caught mine, stopping me in my tracks.


    I turned, startled, to see Dominic standing there. His grip was unyielding, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.


    “What’s going on? Why are you so upset all of a sudden?”


    I wrenched my hand free, stepping back as if distance alone could shield me from his questions. “It’s nothing,” I said coolly, my gaze fixed anywhere but on him. “I just don’t want to intrude anymore.”


    Dominic’s shoulders sagged, his face shadowed by resignation. “We’re just showing concern for the younger sister of someone who saved our lives. What’s wrong with that? Are you seriously jealous of her?”


    His words hit me like a p, and the flood of emotion I’d been holding back surged forward. My chest tightened, my nose twitched, and tears pooled in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I bit down hard on my lip, determined not to cry.


    Dominic’s eyes widened slightly when he saw my expression, panic shing briefly across his face. He reached out as if to touch my cheek, but I recoiled as though his hand were fire, stepping further back to evade him.


    “Yesterday, I fell into the water too,” I said, my voice trembling with restrained emotion. “Why is everyone fussing over Evelyn, but no one cares about me?”


    Dominic froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then, with a sigh, he exined, “Evelyn’s condition was critical yesterday. Later, yton checked on you, and you were fine, weren’t you?”


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    His words, though meant to reassure, felt as cold and hollow as an echo in an empty hall. The tears I had fought so hard to suppress finally spilled over, hot and unrelenting. I red at him, my anger searing through the haze of sorrow, before turning away.


    Dominic reached for me again, but I pped his hand away with a force born of raw frustration. “Get lost!” I yelled, my voice trembling with fury. “I don’t want to hear anything from you!”


    He stood there, stunned, as though my outburst had struck him like a thunderp. “Why are you acting like this?” he shouted back, disbelief etched into his features. “Don’t forget that Evelyn saved your life!”


    His reminder only deepened the wound, and Ished out, my voice sharp with anguish. “Fine! I’m just an ungrateful person, okay? Is that the answer you want? Now leave me alone!”


    Covering my face with my hands, I broke into a run, tears streaming down unchecked. I couldn’t bear to stay in that ce a second longer.


    Evelyn’s POV:


    I stood by the ward window, my eyes fixed on Makenna and Dominic, who were locked in a heated argument below. A sly smile curled on my lips, the kind that spoke of ns falling perfectly into ce.


    Humph, Makenna, that gullible fool, still clung to the fantasy that I had been her savior. Little did she suspect that her tumble into theke was nothing more than a thread in the intricate web I had spun.


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    Yesterday, Antoni informed me that Leonardo and the three princes would attend my training session with the sex ves. It was a golden opportunity—a stage set for me to shine while casting shadows over Makenna.


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