Chapter 1234

Chapter 1234:

With a scornful huff, he turned and stormed out, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud that echoed in the silence.

I stood rooted to the spot, my body trembling, a torrent of conflicting emotions swirling within me.

I understood that Dominic’s fury wasn’t baseless, yet I couldn’t spare a moment to dwell on his emotions. Alden’s well-being was my sole priority in this dire moment.

I eased back onto the edge of the bed, gently clasping Alden’s hand once more. His breathing was so shallow, it was almost impossible to detect.

Silent tears traced paths down my cheeks, falling softly onto his hand. My heart brimmed with remorse, heavy with the weight of my guilt.

This chaos was my doing, ensnaring everyone in its web. Alden had wagered everything for my sake, braving the perilous depths of the fortified royal palace, only to teeter on the brink of death.

Yet here I was, powerless, reduced to a mere spectator at his bedside, his fate hanging by a thread.

Bowing my head, I pressed my forehead tenderly against Alden’s hand. Tears streamed down, gathering at his fingertips like mournful dewdrops.

“Alden, you must awaken…” I murmured. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and I vowed no one else would suffer because of me again.

Dominic’s POV:

Overwhelmed by a tempest of rage, I stormed out of the hospital, my emotions a wildfire I couldn’t tame.

Makenna’s icy demeanor, all because of that interloper Alden, had ignited my fury.

Who was he, a mere outsider, to claim Makenna’s attention and affection? My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms, yet the pain was a distant echo, drowned by my seething anger.

Visions of Makenna’s tear-filled eyes haunted me, her sharp words—spurred by Alden’s presence—cutting deeper than any blade.

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I found myself by the lake at the Pierce family estate, the cool night breeze grazing my face, unable to douse the flames of my resentment. The moonlight danced on the water’s surface, its serene shimmer only amplifying my inner turmoil.

I drew a deep breath, striving to quell the inferno within, but my anger only surged higher.

Then, Clayton’s voice broke the silence from behind. “Dominic, what brings you out here?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. “Word is you just left the hospital. Did you and Makenna have a falling-out?”

I let out a bitter scoff, unwilling to respond. The last thing I wanted was to revisit the bitter rift between Makenna and me, all because of Alden, that unwelcome stranger.

At that moment, Bryan approached, cradling Winfred in his arms. His usually stern features softened with tenderness as he gazed at the child. He stopped before us, one eyebrow arched, and spoke in a measured tone. “I can guess what’s eating at you, but jealousy won’t do us any good now. Alden has been a true asset to us. It’s only natural Makenna cares for him.”

“A true asset?” I sneered, my voice thick with disdain as I shot a glance at Clayton and Bryan. “He is nothing but an outsider! Makenna is our woman! She should keep him at arm’s length!”

Before Bryan could respond, I pressed on, my voice taut with suppressed fury. “Do you know what Alden whispered to Makenna before he collapsed?”

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