The Heir's Secret Bride

Secret Bride 450

Chapter 450

As soon as the words were spoken, a wave of whispers spread through the crowd. People exchanged doubtful and scrutinizing glances, and Maeve felt like she was being pierced by a thousand stares It was hard not to feel the sting of their words.

But Maeve wasn't about to back down. She spoke up, her voice steady. "I've been standing here the whole time. How could I have pushed her from this angle? I'm open to any investigation, but I won't stand for baseless accusations. "Even in front of the Royal Inspection Team, I'll say the same thing."

Her firm words cut through the murmurs in the room. Those who had initially suspected her started to doubt themselves.

No one in their right mind would try to murder a princess in the palace. Maeve was too smart for that.

The important figures in the room weren't fools either. After thinking it over, they began to sense that something wasn't right.

Maeve's position wasn't strong enough for them to openly oppose the royal family on her behalf.

Even if Fiora was temporarily stripped of her title, it was clear that the royal family wouldn't let her go so easily.

"I believe in Ms. Reese," the Damon couple said, stepping up for Maeve. "Don't worry. The Royal Inspection Team will check this out."

Their support caused the murmurs to die down for a moment.

Fiora ground her teeth in frustration. The Damon couple were hardly loyal, but their words still stung. She couldn't understand why they were rushing to defend Maeve. 'Is there something between them? Don't they care about me?' "Check? There's no need for that. I can provide the most authentic evidence right now." Just then, a sharp, childish voice cut through the crowd, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

Everyone turned to see the two young boys-one of whom had just danced with the crown prince earlier-standing nearby.

Will was holding the remote for the LCD screen in the hall, while Theo, facing away from the crowd, was scrolling through something on a tablet.

With a click, he pressed the enter key, and the LCD screen flickered to life. The camera had caught everything that had just happened.

but in a place like the

camera, with its full 365-degree coverage, had captured the whole thing-Fiora ranting and attacking Maeve, trying to strangle her like a madwoman. It was all there, for everyone

party hall, usually a symbol of royal elegance, now felt like the stage for a humiliating

was thinking the same thing, "This is absurd. How can someone like her be a princess? She is making a fool of the

on the stretcher, looked furious. Her face was

she forgot her act.

little bastards! They're

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with fury. She swung her hand, and two bud slaps rang out, landing hard

she wanted, but Maeve wouldn't let her speak ill of

dare you hit me?!

at Fiora, almost like

think the princess is just fine. Doesn't need a

Fiora, who was sitting up, fully alert and not at all injured. She

so dramatically on those steps-turned out, it had all been

to speak up. "Your Highness, your

It was beyond embarrassing.

clutching her swollen cheek. Her face, once beautiful, now twisted with anger. She opened her

nearly jumped out of her seat, as if she'd found a knight in shining armor. She wasted no time. "This woman pushed me down the stairs and hurt me! She slapped me in front of everyone. She

your power like you did, Her Majesty has decided to strip you of

will be issued tomorrow, so from now on, you are no longer a princess. You're no longer part of

heavy blow, rippling through the room, sending a

family. This

scramble off the stretcher and staggered toward Tom. "No! Grandma won't let you do this! What right do you have? I'm a princess! I have royal blood! You'll regret this, siding

princess, Fiora. You were adopted by my sister. You never had royal blood-just luckier