Chapter 682
Chapter 682:
Her unapologetic tone made my blood boil.
Without thinking, I lashed out, kicking her hard and sending her sprawling to the ground with a startled cry. “People like you don’t deserve to live!” I screamed, attempting to rush at her again.
But before I could, Dominic pulled me back, holding me firmly in place. “Calm down, Makenna,” he urged.
“I… I can’t calm down!” I sobbed, my voice breaking. “Although he’s not my child, I can’t bear seeing him in such a pitiful state. It feels like a dagger twisting in my heart.”
Tears poured down uncontrollably as I spoke.
Dominic opened his mouth, as if to comfort me, but quickly shut it again, clearly at a loss for words. Instead, he reached out and gently patted my back in silent sympathy.
“Prince Dominic! What an unexpected visit,” a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
I turned, my body tensing, and saw Antoni striding toward us in his riding attire.
His expression shifted to confusion when his gaze fell on the child in my arms. “What’s… What’s going on? Why is Michaela’s child in your hands?”
The maid, Michaela, scrambled to her feet. Wiping tears from her face, she said shakily, “She forcibly took my child, Mr. Harrison. I couldn’t stop her. Please, help me.”
Antoni turned to me, his tone laced with false sympathy. “I know you’ve experienced the pain of losing a child before, Miss Dunn, so it’s understandable that seeing a young child would…”
“Remind you of your lost child and make you upset. However, that is no reason to take Michaela’s child.”
His words pierced me like a blade to the heart.
“Shut up!” I screamed, blinded by rage.
Dominic’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with fury at Antoni’s remark. His voice dripped with malice as he growled, “Do you have a death wish, Antoni?”
Antoni lowered his head, feigning repentance. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I misspoke.” Then, turning to me with a smile that made my skin crawl, he added, “Why don’t you return the child to Michaela? After all, he is her son.”
My grip on the baby tightened as I glared at him, my voice raw with anger. “Return him to her? Look at this child! He has been reduced to skin and bones, neglected and nearly abused to death! She doesn’t deserve to be a mother!”
Antoni’s gaze shifted to the frail child in my arms. In a sudden, violent motion, he swung his leg and kicked Michaela hard, sending her crashing to the ground with a scream.
“How have you been raising this child? Look at what you’ve done!” Antoni roared.
Makenna’s POV:
Michaela crumpled to the ground beneath Antoni’s furious kick. Despite her pitiful state, she remained on her knees, her voice trembling as she begged.
“Please, Mr. Harrison, Your Highness—have mercy!” Her words cracked through sobs. “This is all my fault. I swear I’ll care for the child properly from now on. I won’t make such a mistake again. It’s my first time as a mother, and I—I lack experience. I never meant to harm him!”
Antoni’s face twisted in anger. He kicked her again, harder this time, his voice sharp with scorn. “Lack experience? Is that the excuse you’re going with? Do you even deserve to call yourself a mother?”
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