Chapter 590

Chapter 590:

“Don’t get too comfortable, Antoni. From now on, you’re my enemy. And I promise—I’ll make you regret this.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. Without sparing him a second glance, I walked over to where Clara stood, offered a clipped farewell, and left, desperate to escape this place and the people poisoning it.

As I moved further from the chattering crowd, the suffocating fire, and Antoni’s toxic presence, my energy drained away, leaving me hollow, like a shell. My steps slowed, and a bone-deep weariness settled over me.

Eventually, I lifted my gaze to the burning sun, squinting into its blinding light. The brightness scorched my eyes, but I refused to look away, almost welcoming the sting as a distraction from the hollow ache gnawing at me.

A wave of anguish crashed over me. My child, the baby I’d never had the chance to hold, flashed in my mind—a phantom smile I would never see again. He should have been in my arms, his laughter a balm to my wounds, but he had slipped away too soon, and it was my fault. I hadn’t protected him; I hadn’t been strong enough. My body had failed when he needed me most.

The guilt pressed against my chest like a blade. Each breath was raw—painful.

I wandered aimlessly with a vacant look in my eyes, oblivious to everything around me. Lost in that haze, I didn’t see the figure in front of me until I stumbled straight into them.

The contact jolted me back to reality, and I immediately began mumbling apologies, words tripping over each other. “I… I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking…”

“It’s alright, really,” a soft, melodic voice replied.

Only then did I slowly look up, surprised to find a strikingly beautiful woman standing before me. She had a delicate elegance about her—hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes that shone with kindness, and a smile that felt… genuine.

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, her gaze soft with concern.

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“N-no, I’m fine. I’m just… I’m sorry.” I shook my head, still a bit dazed.

She brushed off my apology with a light laugh. “It’s my first day in the palace. I was trying to find my way around and might have been rushing a bit. Please, don’t worry.”

“First day at the palace?” I echoed, surprised. Her composed demeanor and regal beauty hinted she might be a daughter from some noble family.

She offered a shy smile, lowering her gaze. “I was invited by His Majesty. I’m Evelyn Nixon. I’m here to train the palace’s sex slaves.”

Evelyn Nixon? My heart dropped. So, this was the woman who’d be overseeing us—the one Antoni had recommended.

I took a step back, studying her more closely. She was everything Alice had said—elegant, beautiful, with a softness that made her seem out of place in this world. But the knowledge that she was here at Antoni’s behest sent a chill down my spine. Anyone aligned with him couldn’t be here for good. Perhaps she was here to stir up some trouble?

I just couldn’t shake the suspicion, so I took a cautious step back. “I see… Forgive me again for bumping into you, but I need to go. There are matters I must attend to. Take care.”

I spoke with a distant tone, nodding politely before walking away.

“Wait…” She started to respond, but I didn’t wait. I brushed past her before she could continue and walked as fast as I could until I disappeared down the path.

When I finally returned to my house, still burdened by unease, I found Alice waiting outside. Her expression was tense, her brows knitted with worry. The moment she spotted me, she rushed over, her mouth opening as if she had urgent news.

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