Chapter 362
Chapter 362:
Molly’s eyes widened at my disheveled state. “Lily, what’s wrong?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.
I stammered, lowering my head in embarrassment, unsure how to explain.
Hayley took charge, succinctly summarizing our encounter to Molly. “I found Lily in the garden, crying, and brought her here.”
Molly immediately came to my side, her hand comforting on my shoulder. “What happened, Lily?” she asked softly.
Molly’s concern was a balm to my wounded spirit. Unable to hold back any longer, I broke down, tears streaming down my face as I recounted how Makenna insisted on sending me away from the palace.
Molly’s face tightened with anger. “How could Makenna do that to you? You’ve been nothing but good to her!” Her empathetic words only made my tears flow more freely.
Molly sighed, her voice tinged with pity. “Lily, I think Makenna is worried you might compete with her for Prince Dominic’s favor. She’s eager to get rid of you.”
The sympathy in Molly’s voice deepened my trust in her. Desperate, I turned to her and asked, my voice trembling, “Molly, what should I do?”
Molly shook her head, her expression full of helplessness. “I wish I could help you, Lily, but I’m at a loss.” At that moment, I recalled Hayley’s position.
As Makenna’s superior, she might have a solution to this predicament. Clutching her hand, I pleaded, “Hayley, you must have a way, don’t you?”
Hayley hesitated, clearly torn, before she finally said, “My position is not high enough to make a difference on its own. But if…”
She left her sentence unfinished, and I leaned in, urgency in my voice. “What is it, Hayley? Please, tell me! Please!”
Hayley exhaled deeply, her expression contemplative as she weighed her words. Finally, she spoke with a measured tone. “Actually, Molly has harbored feelings for Prince Clayton for quite some time. Considering her elevated status in the palace, following a recent incident at the cemetery, if you’re willing to assist her, perhaps…”
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She trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.
“Assist with what?” I asked, my urgency clear in my voice.
Hayley drew in a deep breath and clarified, “If you can help Molly foster her relationship with Prince Clayton, she could be promoted further. With that promotion, she would gain the influence needed to determine whether you can remain in the palace or not.” The prospect seemed like a glimmer of hope, but something didn’t sit right.
To my surprise, Molly’s face darkened at Hayley’s words, her eyes flashing with anger. “Hayley, don’t make such suggestions!” Hayley shot back, her tone defiant. “Have I said anything untrue? Makenna’s power to dictate Lily’s fate comes from the princes’ affection. Without their favor, she wouldn’t hold such sway.”
Hayley’s blunt remarks cut through the haze of my confusion, offering a clearer view of the power dynamics at play.
I clenched my fists, taking a moment of silence to collect my thoughts before addressing Molly with newfound resolve.
“Molly, how can I assist you?”
At my words, Molly and Hayley exchanged a significant look, as if conveying unspoken understanding.
Hayley then leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There’s an important banquet coming up in a few days. If you can…”
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