?Chapter 715:


    But the soldiers were swift. They surged toward me like a tidal wave, pushing me back with force.


    The impact was too much—I stumbled, nearly crashing to the ground. But Alice and Evie were quick to catch me, their arms steadying me as if they were my anchor in the storm. Meanwhile, the sound of the manor gates mming shut echoed like a death knell.


    “Open the door! Antoni Harrison!” I shouted, pounding the gates with everything I had, cursing at the top of my lungs. “You vile bastard!”


    But no matter how much I raged, the silence on the other side was suffocating.


    “Makenna, stop knocking.” Evie’s voice was urgent, pulling me back. “This isn’t going to change anything.”


    My hand slowly fell to my side, my energy drained, leaving me only with a hollow sense of helplessness.


    Alice sighed, her voice soft yet firm as she tried tofort me. “Let’s go back. We need toe up with a n. Standing here will get us nowhere.”


    Evie nodded, her tone pragmatic. “She’s right. If we keep wasting time, rescuing Martin will be an even harder feat.”


    Their words struck a chord within me. Defeated, I allowed myself to follow them back to our residence.


    As soon as the door closed behind us, I could no longer hold back. I buried my face in my hands, my sobs muffled by the overwhelming weight of despair. “Martin’s in this mess because of me…”


    Alice’s voice was gentle as she offered a suggestion, her wordsced with hesitation. “Do you think we should ask the princes for help?”


    I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips, but it was devoid of humor. “They won’t help. Their focus is entirely on Evelyn now. They won’t waste time on me. It’s pointless.”


    Evie paused, thinking for a moment, before she spoke. “Then should we turn to the king for help?”


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    A harshugh escaped me, bitter and full of self-mockery. “The king won’t believe me. I don’t have any evidence.”


    “What should we do, then?” Alice’s voice cracked with despair. “Are we really just going to give up?”


    I fell silent, my thoughts spinning like a whirlwind as I weighed every possible option. Time was slipping through my fingers, but I knew deep down that the answer was clear.


    Finally, my mind made up, I looked at Alice and Evie, my eyes now burning with fierce determination. “I’m going to break into the Harrison estate tonight.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    As soon as the words left my lips, both Alice and Evie stared at me, their eyes wide with disbelief, like startled deer caught in the headlights.


    “No! Absolutely not! You can’t do this,” Evie blurted, springing up from the sofa like a coiled spring. “This is madness—it’s far too dangerous!”


    “Makenna, she’s right,” Alice added after a moment, her voice trembling, though herposure returned quickly. “We need another n. We can’t just rush headlong into this like moths to a me.”


    My heart felt as heavy as lead. “Martin is in danger because of me,” I said, my voiceden with guilt. “Antoni is hunting him down, and it’s all my fault. If I turn my back now, I’ll carry the weight of this guilt for the rest of my life. I can’t just sit idly by.”


    Alice fell silent, her thoughts clearly swirling in a tempest of worry. Evie, however, refused to relent.


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