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    Still slightly out of breath, he answered, “I’ve been busy all day suppressing what remains of Cody’s forces. Those guys are still causing trouble. I rushed over as soon as I heard what happened to you.”


    His face then grew solemn as he said, “Thank you so much for your efforts, Makenna. I don’t know how many people would have suffered if not for you. The people of Marehelm will forever be in your debt. You are our hero!”


    I smiled warmly at him before saying, “This isn’t just my doing. It’s the result of everyone’s hard work.”


    “No! You contributed the most,” Alden said, reaching for my hand.


    However, before he could touch me, Jett pushed him away.


    “Stay away from her,” he said, his voice cold—a stark contrast to the gentle tone he had used with me earlier.


    Alden red at Jett defiantly. “I know who you are now, Jett. You’re not her husband, so you have no right over her,” he retorted.


    Jett sneered disdainfully at Alden. “Look at you, covered in dust and dirt. You have the nerve to loiter around here.”


    Alden reflexively nced down at himself, noticing the dust and stains on his armor.


    There was a hint of embarrassment in Alden’s eyes. “Fine. I’ll go clean up now, Makenna. I’ll be back to see you.”


    He then walked out, bumping into Jett with his shoulder as he did.


    “He’s such a child,” Jett remarked.


    I chuckled and shook my head, amused by their antics.


    Just then, the nutritious dishes Maia had arranged were brought in by a servant.


    The tray held several exquisite dishes, their tempting aromas rising in gentle steam.


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    Jett suddenly returned to his doting self when he saw the food. He quickly took the tray and carefully ced it on the dining table. Then, he gently helped me to the table.


    “You’re still very weak, Makenna. You need to eat more so you can regain your strength,” he said.


    I nodded, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure I take good care of myself.”


    I then sat down and helped myself to the delicious dishes.


    Jett, who sat beside me, asionally added more food to my te.


    Soon I finished the meal, and Jett helped me clear the table.


    Then, someone knocked at the door.


    Jett frowned in annoyance and muttered something about disturbances and how I needed to rest.


    “Maybe it’s urgent,” I said.


    “Come in,” I called loudly toward the door.


    The door opened, and Pa walked in, her face unreadable.


    Pa’s eyes flickered with hesitation, avoiding mine as if wrestling with an unspoken truth. Her footsteps faltered, uneasy, while her gaze darted nervously between Jett and me—aplex tapestry of emotions too tangled to unravel.


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