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    But Jett had confided in me the deeperyers of the deception. He admitted that Evelyncked the knowledge to brew an effective potion on her own. It was only after he secretly improved the form that her scheme seeded.


    Naturally, neither Jett nor I would ever disclose this secret to the princes.


    The moment Jett’s wordsnded, the three princes erupted in fury. Bryan, ovee with rage, struck Evelyn with a vicious kick, his voice thundering.


    “You’re vile! How dare you conspire against me!”


    “Ah!” Evelyn crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain, her body curling in on itself as agonized groans escaped her lips. Shaking, she pointed an usatory finger at me, her voice trembling with desperation.


    “This is your doing! You orchestrated everything just to frame me!”


    A cold chuckle escaped my lips. I met her re with an expression devoid of warmth.


    “My conspiracy? Tell me, Evelyn—was it also my conspiracy when Antoni used a potion to sever my connection with my child? Or was that your handiwork as well?”


    Her furious eyes zed with hatred, but when faced with my question, she was at a loss for words.


    Her silence spoke louder than any denial could. I lowered my gaze, my voice carrying an icy edge.


    “I’ve always wondered how Antoni managed to steal my child so effortlessly. But now, it’s clear—you provided him with something, didn’t you?”


    The instant the words left my lips, Evelyn’s face drained of all color.


    Her pupils shrank, and a shrill scream tore from her throat.


    “You’re Makenna! You’re still alive?”


    The sheer horror in her voice confirmed my suspicions. Leaning in, I whispered near her ear, my tone slow and deliberate,


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    “If I were truly dead, how could I seek revenge? I’ll make you and Antoni pay for what you’ve done to me and my child.”


    At that moment, Bryan’s expression mirrored Evelyn’s shock. His voice wavered as he looked at me with disbelief.


    “Makenna… what are you saying?”


    The weight of the situation pressed down on me. Revealing the full truth could unleash a storm I wasn’t sure they were ready for. But they deserved to know. Especially Bryan. Because Winfred was his son too.


    I turned to him, my voice unsteady yet resolute.


    “Bryan, our child didn’t die. Antoni took him. The baby I brought into the pce from Antoni’s horse farm—that was our son. He is alive.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Bryan’s expression transformed instantly at my revtion. His eyes widened with disbelief as he stood frozen, processing what I’d just told him.


    Beside him, Dominic rested his chin thoughtfully on his hand, brows furrowed in concentration.


    “But I remember,” he said hesitantly, “you didn’t sense your child’s presence back then. Why…”


    I exhaled deeply before recounting the various threats and deceptions Antoni had employed against me during my time in the pce.


    As my words sank in, Bryan’s face flushed red with anger. His fists clenched so tightly that veins protruded prominently along his forearms.


    “Damn Antoni!” he shouted, his voice trembling with rage. “How dare he manipte me like this!”


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