Chapter 519
Chapter 519:
She beat at the bars, hands clawing as if she could somehow reach me, desperate and wild with fury.
“Deranged,” Clayton muttered in disgust beside me.
He placed a steadying hand on my elbow, guiding me back a step before addressing her in a sharp, commanding tone. “Molly, pull yourself together. I have questions for you.”
For a brief moment, hope glimmered in her eyes. She turned her gaze to Clayton, her face shifting into one of longing and desperation, her words tumbling out, barely coherent.
“Your Highness… about the child… I had no choice. I truly love you! I know we hadn’t even… been together that night, but if you’d let me… I could bear you a child, a healthy one…”
Her words struck me like lightning, and the critical revelation registered in my mind. They’d never been together? So it was true—Clayton and Molly hadn’t had sex that night!
“I… Your Highness…”
Realizing her slip, Molly’s face fell, the dawning horror swallowing any remaining defiance. Her lips moved in a desperate attempt to explain, yet no sound escaped.
I let a smirk curve my lips, my tone icy as I observed, “Molly, you really have a gift for spinning tales, don’t you? Even fabricating something as intimate as that.”
Clayton’s shoulders eased visibly, a sigh of relief passing his lips. “So it was all just a lie,” he murmured, a faint trace of disgust edging his words.
He asked indifferently, his gaze coldly fixed on Molly, “Is the necklace of Makenna’s mother with you?”
“Ha… Ha-ha…”
Perhaps it was Clayton’s visible relief that drove her deeper into despair. Her face contorted, her expression twisting into something wild, bordering on madness. Then, in a burst of hysteria, her voice cut through the silence, sharp and grating.
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“So what if the necklace is with me?” she shrieked, her words edged with bitter triumph. “I’ve destroyed it! No one will ever get their hands on it now!”
Makenna’s POV:
I remained utterly calm. Despite Molly’s frenzied insults, I was unruffled. I turned to Clayton and said, “You mentioned seeing Molly take out the necklace outside the palace last time, Your Highness. That must mean she often carries it with her. Perhaps she even has it on her now.”
Clayton nodded in understanding and immediately ordered the soldiers to search Molly.
“Ah! Take your filthy hands off me!” Molly cursed as she struggled.
However, the soldiers overpowered her and pinned her to the floor. Soon, a necklace was found. The soldier who discovered it handed it to me.
I took it and examined it closely. My throat tightened, and tears welled in my eyes. “This is my mother’s necklace. It’s finally in my possession.”
“You bitch! It’s mine! It’s mine!” Molly grew hysterical upon seeing the necklace in my hand. She turned to Clayton and cried desperately, “Your Highness, Makenna is pregnant with Prince Bryan’s child! If she gives birth to a boy, he will become an obstacle to your succession to the throne.”
My face darkened with anger. I strode forward and delivered two sharp slaps across Molly’s face. The sound echoed loudly through the prison.
Molly was stunned, never expecting to be struck. I gripped her chin tightly and forced her to meet my eyes. “I’m not like you. I’ve never had to deceive anyone. Everything you have is built on lies and deception. Get ready for His Majesty’s punishment!”
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