?Chapter 679:


    The servant trembled at my tone but hastily said, “There’s something strange about that child.”


    My brows furrowed in confusion. “Strange? What’s strange about him? Speak clearly!”


    “I’m not sure, but Micha, the maid who tends to the child, reported it to me. She said it seems the boy heals from injuries faster than normal.”


    This was surprising news. “Are you certain?” I pressed.


    The servant shifted uneasily, sweat beading on his brow. “You’ll have to confirm it directly with Micha. I only heard it from her, so I can’t guarantee how true it is.”


    My eyes narrowed. Such healing abilities were unusual, reminiscent of the white wolves who had been wiped out.


    I was still deep in thought when another servant rushed in, his face pale with panic. “There’s a problem, Mr. Harrison. A serious problem!”


    His frantic tone irritated me. I barked, “Calm down! Speak clearly!”


    Still panting, the servant stammered, “Prince Dominic… Prince Dominic took Makenna to the horse farm.”


    A chill ran down my spine, dread gripping my chest. The horse farm—that was where Makenna’s child was hidden.


    What were they doing there? Could they have discovered the truth?


    Makenna’s POV:


    That night, I was a bundle of nerves. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.


    I woke up early the next day and got dressed, waiting for Dominic to pick me up.


    It wasn’t long before Dominic arrived at my residence. I followed him into his car, and soon we were outside the pce.


    I gazed out at the scenery rushing past, but my mind was consumed with thoughts of my child. The more I thought about him, the more anxious I became. At one point, it felt as though a heavy anvil was pressing down on my chest.


    Noticing my unease, Dominic gently took my hand. His voice was calm, steady. “Don’t be nervous. I’ll be with you no matter the oue.”


    I looked up at him, hesitant before finally asking, “If that child is mine, Your Highness, what would happen to Antoni?”


    Dominic’s expression hardened, a cruel gleam shing in his eyes. “If that child is yours, Antoni will face a fate worse than death. I’ll make sure of that.”


    Hope writhed inside me. I prayed that my child was still alive.


    I didn’t know how much time had passed before the car finally came to a stop.


    I looked up at the signboard: “Harrison’s Horse Farm.” My heart leapt into my throat at the sight.


    The guards at the entrance approached our car, ready to block our way. But the moment they recognized Dominic, their demeanor shiftedpletely.


    “It’s you, Prince Dominic. Please,e in, Your Highness!” one guard said, bowing low.


    Another stepped forward, smiling deferentially. “Are you here to pick a horse yourself today, Your Highness? We just received some fine new horses, all in excellent condition.”


    Dominic nodded slightly, his face unreadable. “Yes. Bring me a good horse.”


    The guard bowed again. “At once, Your Highness,” he said before hurrying off toward the stables.


    Having no interest in the horses, I anxiously scanned the farm, searching for any sign of the child.


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