Chapter 171 Hatred
Besides, the territory-wide conference meeting would stretch on for days, maybe weeks, until a viable solution for the kingdom’s growing problem could be found. Every decision made now would shape how much trust and support the citizens would extend to the Royal Court in these uncertain times.
"Mila, you know we can’t do that, right?" Addison said softly. She wanted to explain, wanted Mila to understand the greater stakes involved, but the look on Mila’s face silenced her.
Mila’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her expression pained and as if Addison had betrayed her, as if Addison had just personally condemned her and thrown her in a pit to die. Her lips trembled before she spun on her heel and bolted out of the room.
"Mila, please... let me explain—" Addison’s voice barely echoed into the hallway. Mila was already gone, unwilling to listen.
To Mila, Addison had just signed her death warrant with her own hand. And in that moment, her pain turned bitter.
How could Addison understand what it meant to live in fear every day? In Mila’s eyes, Addison had everything: loving parents, a nation that adored her, and now, three powerful, fated mates who stood by her side. And then there was Lance...
Everything Mila ever dreamed of had fallen effortlessly into Addison’s lap. Envy and resentment coiled like thorns in her chest. In that moment, she didn’t just feel hurt; she hated Addison. She wished she had never come back... or if she had to, then not alive.
At this moment, Mila was cursing Addison’s fate with her mind, her tongue, and even her soul. Addison may not have been the cause of all her pain and suffering, but she possessed everything Mila lacked, and that alone was enough to stir resentment, hatred even.
Meanwhile, Addison’s stomach churned. She didn’t know if it was from the guilt of hurting Mila or something else entirely. Was it empathy? Regret? Or was there something deeper, an ominous feeling stirring beneath the surface? She couldn’t quite tell, but the unease refused to fade.