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    Dominic watched him for a moment longer, as though weighing his words, before slowly lifting his foot. He sneered down at Antoni before turning to me and taking my arm to lead me away. Just like that, we were leaving the horse farm.


    Once inside the car, I cradled the child we had rescued in my arms. The little one, sensing safety, let out a soft coo, his tiny fingers unfurling like petals reaching for sunlight. He was heartbreakingly precious, and I felt an overwhelming tenderness swell in my chest, as if he were slowly melting away every hard edge of my soul.


    Dominic’s gaze flicked toward the child, his brow creasing ever so slightly. “What are you nning to do with him?”


    The question stole the smile from my lips. A heavy sigh escaped me as I looked down at the fragile boy. “If it were up to me… I’d adopt him.”


    Dominic’s expression softened, but his words were firm. “You know my father forbade us from adopting him.”


    “I know,” I said, nodding resignedly. My voice dropped,ced with sadness. “But at the very least, we need to have a doctor look at him. He’s so weak, Dominic. He won’tst much longer without help.”


    He fell silent.


    The car rocked gently as we made our way back to the pce, the rhythmic sway lulling the child into a peaceful slumber. Once we arrived at my house, Dominic wasted no time, instructing the staff to summon a doctor immediately.


    I settled onto the sofa, still cradling the child, my heart twisting with both affection and worry.


    Evie and Alice entered the room momentster, their steps halting as they spotted the baby in my arms. Both of them stared in surprise.


    “Makenna, where on earth did that babye from?” Alice asked, leaning in to get a better look.


    I exined the situation briefly, and their reactions were instant and fiery.


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    “That woman is a monster!” Alice burst out, her fists clenching. “How could she treat her own child like that? I swear, if I ever see her, I’ll give her a good beating.”


    “She’s disgusting,” Evie added through gritted teeth. “What kind of mother does that to her child? It’s sickening!”


    Their outrage mirrored my own. I looked down at the tiny, fragile baby in my arms, and my heart twisted even more. If he were mine, I would give him everything—the best food, the safest home, endless love. Everything he would need to grow strong and happy.


    The doctor arrived shortly after, setting down his medical bag.


    He worked in silence, carefully examining the child, though his deepening frown betrayed his thoughts. Minutes passed as he checked every frail limb and scarred patch of skin.


    “This child is severely malnourished and shows clear signs of prolonged neglect. While the physical scars have healed without infection, his overall condition is critical. He will need proper care immediately.”


    I nodded, the doctor’s words only confirming what I already feared. My eyes dropped to the child’s tiny face, and a swell of emotion so strong rose in me that it brought tears to my eyes. How could someone let this happen?


    Alice, noticing my expression, let out a soft sigh. “Makenna, what do you n to do with the child?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I gazed at the child cradled in my arms, and the words I wanted to say dissolved into silence.


    Dominic lounged in a nearby chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He took a slow sip before reminding me in his usual unhurried drawl, “You do realize it’s impossible for you to adopt this child, right? Best to find a suitable ce for him soon. Stop being so stubborn.”


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