?Chapter 678:


    But Dominic ced a firm grip on my shoulders.


    “Makenna, stop. Let me finish.”


    I froze in ce, my heart pounding in my chest, while my entire being screamed to keep moving.


    “I’ve thoroughly investigated,” he continued. “That child is the servant’s—there’s no doubt about it. But… there is something strange. The servant doesn’t seem to care about the boy at all. She’s cold and distant to him. That’s the only thing that struck me as odd.”


    He paused to take a deep breath.


    “That’s why I’m telling you this. It may not seem like much, but it’s a clue.”


    His words made my stomach churn, and I couldn’t stop myself from recalling the dream I’d had—the wolf cub, licking my cheek with such sadness in its eyes, as if grieving something lost.


    Tears burned in my eyes as the image filled my mind.


    “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I looked up at Dominic. “Your Highness, take me to that horse farm. I need to see that child. Please.”


    Dominic’s gaze softened,passion radiating from his eyes.


    “Alright. I’ll take you tomorrow.”


    Antoni’s POV:


    Because of that wretched Makenna creating a scene in the prison, and the three princes defending her while shifting all the me onto me, Leonardo reprimanded me and even retracted some of the hard-earned power I had managed to umte in the pce.


    In my anger, I wanted nothing more than to get rid of Makenna and Martin. However, I knew I couldn’t make rash decisions. I had to bear it all with a smile and return to the Harrison residence in a seething rage.


    “Wee home, Mr. Harrison,” a servant greeted me at the door and moved to help me take off my coat, as usual. Already boiling with fury, I turned and kicked the servant hard.


    “Get out of my sight!” I snarled viciously.


    The servant stumbled and fell to the floor.


    I paced back and forth, still fuming. That wretched Makenna! I had to make sure she suffered. I wanted her to endure a fate worse than death. I wanted her to kneel at my feet and beg for my mercy. But that seemed unattainable as the three princes continued to protect her, making it impossible for me to reach her.


    As for Martin, I had no reason to deal with him—yet. I needed a reason, or Leonardo would only grow more furious with me.


    Suddenly, I remembered Makenna’s child.


    That little pest. Since I couldn’t strike Makenna directly, it would only be fair to punish her child for her insolence. I turned to the servant standing nearby and asked, “What about that little pest? Is he dead yet?”


    The servant paled but managed to stammer out a reply. “Mr. Harrison… the pest is in a terrible state. He suffers every day and barely looks like a werewolf. We administer medicine daily to keep him alive.”


    I was d he wasn’t dead.


    A hearty chuckle escaped me as I imagined the agony Makenna would feel if she knew of her child’s suffering.


    “But… but…” the servant stammered hesitantly.


    My mirth quickly soured into a frown. Impatiently, I snapped, “Speak up if you have something to say, and stop stuttering like a fool.”


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