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Chapter 68: Damage Control

Penulis: Judith GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-30 10:22:39
Abigail’s POV

I rushed back into the banquet hall, my legs shaking beneath my gown. Claire’s words pounded in my skull like hammers. You are my daughter. Layla is the true Oakshadow princess.

No. I squeezed my eyes shut, then forced them open. I had to focus. Had to make sure no one else discovered this poison that threatened to destroy everything I’d built.

My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I clasped them together, then pulled them apart when that made the shaking worse. Several guests turned to watch Layla across the room. Their eyes lingered on her face, her bearing, the way she held herself even while recovering from the kale reaction.

“She does have unusual grace for a nanny,” one elderly wolf murmured to her companion.

“And those cheekbones,” the other replied thoughtfully. “Very elegant.”

My stomach churned. They were seeing it. Seeing what Father had noticed. The similarities that would unravel everything if anyone looked too closely.

I crossed the room quickly, my heels clicki
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