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    Shortly after, a doctor in a white coat arrived and greeted us respectfully.


    I gave a slight nod and instructed, “Conduct aprehensive examination on her.”


    “Yes, Your Highness.” The doctor nodded and then began a thorough examination of Evelyn’s mother.


    After a while, he turned to give his findings. “Thisdy’s mother is suffering from advanced heart disease, and her condition is quite critical.”


    Upon hearing this, Evelyn’s expression changed dramatically. She swiftly reached for the doctor’s arm, and her voice quivered as she asked, “Doctor, is my mother’s condition treatable?”


    The doctor shook his head regretfully, wearing a serious expression.


    “It’s aplex case. If her condition deteriorates further, a heart transnt may be necessary to see any improvement.”


    Was it really that severe?


    I was stunned, but Makenna’s earlier words still resonated with me, keeping my skepticism toward Evelyn’s ims intact.


    Taking a deep breath topose myself, I said calmly, “Rest assured, we’ll do everything possible to find a suitable heart donor for your mother.”


    Evelyn’s eyes filled with tears, and she nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Your Highness. I am deeply grateful.”


    Despite her emotional response, I kept my guard up. My voice remained indifferent yet pointed. “After Anthea’s passing, the pce issued a notice looking for her family. Why didn’t you show up then? Was there something you were hesitant to disclose?”


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    I couldn’t help but notice how Evelyn and her mother tensed in unison the moment my question pierced the air. Evelyn parted her lips to respond, but I swiftly raised a hand to silence her, locking my unwavering stare on her mother. My voice carried an iron edge as Imanded, “You answer.”


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    Evelyn’s mother faltered, herposure unraveling. She swallowed hard, her eyes flitting about like a trapped bird’s. After an agonizing pause, she managed to cobble together a shaky reply.


    “Back then, chaos reigned supreme. We were scrambling to stay alive, our minds far from anything else. It was onlyter… we heard Anthea had perished. But sheid down her life protecting the three princes—a noble sacrifice, her moment of glory. We… we never meant to get anything in return.”


    “Precisely!” Evelyn jumped in, her words tumbling out too quickly, her gaze skittering away as if dodging an unseen shadow.


    I listened in silence, my brow furrowing as a tangle of confusion tightened within me.


    Suspicion gnawed deeper. When Evelyn’s mother spoke of Anthea, her face betrayed not a whisper of grief—like she was recounting the fate of a distant acquaintance rather than a daughter.


    Could Anthea truly be her flesh and blood?


    As I mulled this over, yton leaned close, his breath a conspiratorial murmur against my ear. “Looks like Makenna was onto something. There is a whiff of deceit clinging to Evelyn.”


    Bryan, ever the impatient firebrand, let out a derisive scoff and cut straight to the chase. “What generous souls you are! Tell me, with Anthea’s memorial just days away, would you finedies care to join us in paying our respects?”


    The room seemed to hold its breath after Bryan’s words, the tension coiling tighter.


    “Yes, sure.” Evelyn’s mother nodded with hurried eagerness, as if clutching at a lifeline.


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