Chapter 490
Chapter 490:
“Makenna, you fainted again. There were moments when it seemed you might have crossed over. It terrified me to my core!”
Alice’s over-the-top reaction made me chuckle, and my smile lit up the somewhat somber room.
Bryan stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “What happened? Why were you crying in your dream?”
I furrowed my brows, pondering for a moment, and decided to tell them about the dream.
In that dream, the figure told me to find someone named Jett Armstrong. Who exactly was this person?
I pressed my lips together, briefly recounting the dream to them before cautiously asking, “Do you know anyone named Jett Armstrong?”
Bryan and Dominic exchanged knowing glances, clearly mulling something over.
After a beat, Bryan frowned and said coolly, “The name sounds familiar. I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before.”
“Now that you mention it, it does ring a bell,” Dominic mused. “Who could it possibly be…?”
At that moment, Clayton rushed back in.
As soon as he entered, Bryan couldn’t hold back and asked, “How did it go? Did you find any clues from Molly?”
Clayton first glanced at me with concern, and upon seeing I was alright, he nodded at Bryan.
“Though I lack solid proof, Molly’s recent actions raise my suspicions,” he said, a hint of joy in his eyes. “I heard she was with our father, so I went to his chamber to confront her myself…”
Clayton recounted his encounter with Molly in detail.
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As they listened to his account, Bryan’s and Dominic’s expressions darkened further, with Bryan’s eyes ablaze with rage. His voice was icy as he declared, “I’ll send someone to arrest Molly immediately!”
Yet, an important detail from Clayton’s words caught my attention.
I looked at Clayton urgently and asked, “Your Highness, you said you saw Molly holding a necklace, right? What did that necklace look like?”
Clayton rested his chin on his hand, trying to recall. “The necklace was small and exquisite, delicate as fine jewelry, and the locket appeared to be square-shaped.”
Makenna’s POV:
A square locket!
My eyes widened as I stuttered in excitement, “That… that necklace might be what my mother left behind before she died.”
I forced a deep breath into my lungs, fighting to steady my voice. “It’s silver. A delicate locket in the shape of a square, surrounded by tiny gemstones.”
Clayton nodded slowly, considering my description. “That does match.”
But then, his brow furrowed with a different concern. “But how did Molly get ahold of it?”
I clenched my jaw, forcing down the anger that simmered beneath the surface. “It was supposed to be mine,” I managed through gritted teeth. “My mother left it to me, but Kristina took it. And when she was arrested, Molly said it was destroyed. I never imagined Molly would have taken it for herself!”
The room chilled with the weight of the princes’ silence. Their faces, once focused, now reflected the grim turn of the conversation.
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