?Chapter 754:


    Three more days passed, and my wound had healed considerably.


    That afternoon, as the maid prepared the table for me, she smiled gently and said, “Miss Dunn, if you’re feeling restless, perhaps a walk in the garden downstairs would do you good. The fresh air might help.”


    I nodded weakly, a silent gratitude in my eyes.


    After lunch, I gathered the strength to venture into the garden.


    As I approached the entrance, I was taken aback by the sight of a muchrger security detail stationed outside. I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my lips. These princes had truly gone to extraordinary lengths to keep me from escaping.


    Stepping into the garden, my gaze was immediately drawn to a swing gently swaying in the breeze.


    I walked over slowly and sank onto the seat, my hands resting lightly on the ropes as I absentmindedly pushed the swing back and forth.


    The breeze kissed my face, and I lifted my eyes to the sky, where the sunlight poured down in golden beams. Yet, no matter how brilliant the light, it could not chase away the storm cloud hanging over my heart. The weight of sorrow still pressed upon me.


    Jett’s words echoed like a haunting melody, each one cutting through me like a knife.


    If what he had said was true, if he truly was Jett, then the rift between me and the three princes was a chasm too wide to cross.


    I bit my lip, my heart torn in two.


    Could I truly harden my heart to the point of seeking revenge?


    Revenge would mean severing all ties, but how could I erase what we once shared? That bond wasn’t a lie. How could I so easily let go of something that once meant everything to me?


    A heavy sigh escaped my lips.


    Suddenly, the swing jolted, moving without warning.


    I startled, my body stiffening. Turning, I saw yton standing behind me, a gentle smile on his face. His hands rested lightly on the back of the swing, his touch making it sway back and forth in a steady rhythm.


    “Makenna, are you feeling a bit better today?” His voice was as soft as a spring breeze, filled with concern and warmth.


    I turned away sharply, my response cold and distant. “No need for your concern, Your Highness. I’m fine now.”


    At my words, yton’s smile faltered, and a flicker of sadness passed through his eyes.


    “Makenna,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Have we really grown so distant?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I couldn’t bring myself to utter another word, nor could I meet yton’s intense and probing gaze. My heart raced as I turned my head away, letting my eyes dart elsewhere. Deep down, I feared that if I locked eyes with him, my carefully constructed facade would crumble, leaving my vulnerabilities exposed.


    My avoidance only seemed to heighten yton’s frustration.


    He walked around the swing in a few determined strides and stood in front of me, his hand firmlynding on my shoulder. His voice, heavy with anguish, cut through the tension. “Is that man really so important? So important that everything we shared means nothing now?”


    .


    .


    .