Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
“Makenna Dunn!” Bryan’s voice was a snarl, his fury unmistakable. “Is this truly how you see me?”
I laughed coldly, my fists trembling with anger. “How could I dare? I am but a mere slave! How could I ever presume to understand the thoughts of our esteemed prince?”
He had nearly taken my life, and now he had the audacity to confront me here. The absurdity was unbearable.
Bryan’s eyes burned with intensity as he glared at me, advancing with a menacing air.
Fear and defiance surged through me, forcing me to step back. Clayton, sensing the tension rise, quickly intervened. His usually gentle voice now carried a sharp edge of authority.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Get out of my way!” Bryan roared, his temper flaring as he shoved Clayton aside. “This doesn’t concern you!”
Clayton stood firm, his voice unwavering. “Bryan, this is a hospital, not a place for your outbursts!”
“What does it have to do with you!” Bryan shouted back, raising his fist threateningly. “Step aside or don’t blame me for my actions!”
The tension in the room was palpable, both men locked in a standoff, their faces inches apart, on the brink of violence.
Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I confronted Bryan directly. “What exactly do you want? Was attempting to kill me not enough? Now you’ve come here to finish the job? Do you truly want me dead that badly?”
Bryan’s raised fist halted mid-air. His gaze, still fiery, remained fixed on me. After a long, loaded silence, he scoffed dismissively. “Makenna, what do you think you are?”
His mocking smile was as much an insult to himself as to me. “You’re just a plaything. Who would care about—”
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With that, he threw something onto the floor with a forceful gesture and turned to leave. The object hit the ground with a sharp bang, and the scent of food quickly filled the room. Only then did I realize Bryan had also brought a meal box.
The lavish food spilled across the floor in disarray, but Bryan was already gone, leaving only the remnants of his rage behind.
Makenna’s POV:
Could it be that Bryan had actually come to visit me?
The thought stirred a complicated mix of emotions within me, and a pang of regret began to creep into my heart as I considered the unfounded accusations I had hurled at him.
Yet, if not Bryan, who else could wield the power to manipulate such a situation?
I fell into a heavy silence, with Clayton mirroring my quietude. The atmosphere in the ward grew stagnant, thick with unspoken concerns.
Exhausted from the confrontation, I rubbed my temples and sighed softly, feeling as though every last ounce of energy had drained from my body.
Clayton, observing my weariness, had someone clean up the scattered food on the floor.
The room was soon tidy again, but my appetite had vanished entirely. Bryan’s red-eyed glare haunted me, adding a tinge of guilt to my discomfort.
“Are you okay?” Clayton asked softly, his concern evident.
I lowered my eyes, my voice barely a whisper. “Your Highness, thank you for visiting me today, but I’m quite tired now. I’d like to rest some more.”
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