Chapter 954
Chapter 954:
But Jett had confided in me the deeper layers of the deception. He admitted that Evelyn lacked the knowledge to brew an effective potion on her own. It was only after he secretly improved the formula that her scheme succeeded.
Naturally, neither Jett nor I would ever disclose this secret to the princes.
The moment Jett’s words landed, the three princes erupted in fury. Bryan, overcome with rage, struck Evelyn with a vicious kick, his voice thundering.
“You’re vile! How dare you conspire against me!”
“Ah!” Evelyn crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain, her body curling in on itself as agonized groans escaped her lips. Shaking, she pointed an accusatory finger at me, her voice trembling with desperation.
“This is your doing! You orchestrated everything just to frame me!”
A cold chuckle escaped my lips. I met her glare with an expression devoid of warmth.
“My conspiracy? Tell me, Evelyn—was it also my conspiracy when Antoni used a potion to sever my connection with my child? Or was that your handiwork as well?”
Her furious eyes blazed with hatred, but when faced with my question, she was at a loss for words.
Her silence spoke louder than any denial could. I lowered my gaze, my voice carrying an icy edge.
“I’ve always wondered how Antoni managed to steal my child so effortlessly. But now, it’s clear—you provided him with something, didn’t you?”
The instant the words left my lips, Evelyn’s face drained of all color.
Her pupils shrank, and a shrill scream tore from her throat.
“You’re Makenna! You’re still alive?”
The sheer horror in her voice confirmed my suspicions. Leaning in, I whispered near her ear, my tone slow and deliberate,
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗮 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝖼𝗈𝗺
“If I were truly dead, how could I seek revenge? I’ll make you and Antoni pay for what you’ve done to me and my child.”
At that moment, Bryan’s expression mirrored Evelyn’s shock. His voice wavered as he looked at me with disbelief.
“Makenna… what are you saying?”
The weight of the situation pressed down on me. Revealing the full truth could unleash a storm I wasn’t sure they were ready for. But they deserved to know. Especially Bryan. Because Winfred was his son too.
I turned to him, my voice unsteady yet resolute.
“Bryan, our child didn’t die. Antoni took him. The baby I brought into the palace from Antoni’s horse farm—that was our son. He is alive.”
Makenna’s POV:
Bryan’s expression transformed instantly at my revelation. His eyes widened with disbelief as he stood frozen, processing what I’d just told him.
Beside him, Dominic rested his chin thoughtfully on his hand, brows furrowed in concentration.
“But I remember,” he said hesitantly, “you didn’t sense your child’s presence back then. Why…”
I exhaled deeply before recounting the various threats and deceptions Antoni had employed against me during my time in the palace.
As my words sank in, Bryan’s face flushed red with anger. His fists clenched so tightly that veins protruded prominently along his forearms.
“Damn Antoni!” he shouted, his voice trembling with rage. “How dare he manipulate me like this!”
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