The Unwanted Girl Is Their Princess novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Zinnia scheduled her meeting with Maelis for Saturday. As soon as she got home that evening, Zinnia told Yannis about it.

Donald was still missing. Though Yannis never said a word about it, Emily and his team shadowed Zinnia everywhere, never letting her out of sight, As long as Donald remained at large, he was a lurking threat.

Yannis accompanied Zinnia to ineet Maelis

A staff member greeted them. “Mr. Perkins, Ms. Moore.” Upon arriving at the prison, Zinnia and Yannis were met by a staff member who escorted them to the door of the supervision room.

“Maelis is inside,” the staff member said.

Zinnia stopped and turned to Yannis. “Yannis, let me go in by myself. You can wait for me out here, okay?” Maelis had specifically requested to see Zinnia alone. Yannis frowned, uneasy about Zinnia being alone with Maelis.

“Don’t worry, she’s not dangerous anymore. She won’t hurt me,” Zinnia said, her eyes crinkling as she gave Yannis’s sleeve a playful tug.

“I’ll be right outside. Call me if you need anything,” Yannis said, his heart melting at Zinnia’s gentle tug on his sleeve.

She knew exactly how to sway Yannis, without saying a word, just a playful tug on his sleeve, and he’d give her the world.

“Okay,” Zinnia said, handing him her scarf. Yannis draped the cream–colored scarf over his arm, watching intently as Zinnia entered, then peered through

the window in the door.

The moment Zinnia stepped inside, her eyes instantly locked onto Maelis, who was sitting on a chair nearby.

For a moment, Zinnia barely recognized ho

wrinkles.

Maelis’s long hair had been chopped off into a blunt, ear–length bob, revealing a weathered face etched with

Her skin was sallow and yellowish, her lips dry and chapped. Her eyes were lifeless, her head slightly bowed. Her hands rested on the table, wrists cuffed. She wore a standard prison uniform, her back hunched. All life seemed to drain from her instantly.

At the sound of the door opening, Maelis slowly looked up. Maelis’s dark, lifeless eyes finally flickered with emotion when she saw Zinnia in a white down jacket and khaki skirt.

Maelis’s unfocused gaze gradually converged, coming to rest on Zinnia’s exquisitely beautiful face. Complex emotions flooded Maelis’s eyes.

Zinnia stood tall and graceful. She had a sparkling crystal butterfly hairpin in her side–braided, silky long hair that fell over her left shoulder. A delicate crystal bracelet was on her wrist. She was exactly what Maelis had envisioned when pregnant with a girl.

She would have taken such good care of her, wanting to bring the best things right to her. But sadly, they never had a chance to truly bond. As a mother, she was never there for her; instead, others took good care of her.

“You’re here,” Maelis said, her voice rough and weary, yet eerily calm. It was the calmest tone Zinnia had ever heard from Maelis.

Zinnia asked, “Do you know where Donald is?” Zinnia sat down on the chair across from Maelis, casually removing her bag and setting it aside.

Maelis’s gaze lingered on the bag Zinnia had carelessly set aside. It was a custom–made piece from LV, embroidered with a white kitten, over 300 thousand dollars.

s worth

Zinnia’s gaze was calm as her fingers idly picked at the embroidered kitten on the bag, seemingly oblivious to its hefty price tag. With Yannis not around, she had no idea what to do with herself, so she just kept fidgeting with her bag.

“How is your grandpa?”

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Chapter 268

Maelis watched as Zinnia handled the bag with casual, carefree ease, completely unconcerned about whether it might get scratched. Such things probably didn’t even register with her,‘ Maelis reckoned.

A bitter smile touched her lips. ‘What was I even thinking about?‘ Maelis wondered, ‘What did any of this matter to me now? Knowing she’s doing well enough.”

“He’s fine.” Zinnia responded flatly. After all, given their history, they were never the type to sit down and have a civil conversation.

“Are your hands and your legs cured now?” Maelis asked quietly, her weary eyes lingering on Zinnia’s wrists, unfazed by Zinnia’s cold demeanor.

Maelis heard Zinnia was administering injections for six hours straight, and her hands were shaking afterward. She was kneeling for six hours; it’s unclear if she suffered any lasting effects in her legs.

Since entering prison, she had faced far more hostility than she’d ever dished out herself. To Maelis, even Zinnia’s cold expression now felt like a rare kindness.

“Don’t bother,” Zinnia replied flatly.

“How have you been these days?” Maelis asked, her gaze lingering wistfully on Zinnia’s face, which faintly resembled her own.

‘Her face had thinned. Before, she looked more like me. Now, only a close look reveals any resemblance,‘ Maelis stared, her eyes softening. She studied Zinnia, trying to see traces of herself in Zinnia’s features.

But it was too late. She had realized it far too late. She didn’t deserve to be her mother.

With a slight frown, Zinnia said, “Pretty good.”

“Could you tell me about your childhood?” Maelis asked, concern softening her eyes. “You once mentioned you were almost choked to death. Did it leave any lasting effects?”

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Only after truly calming down and reflecting on everything that had happened to Zinnia did Maelis feel a pang of concern for Zinnia’s health.

Zinnia was nearly strangled as a tiny baby at its most fragile stage when any risk could be fatal. After such a harrowing rescue, there’s no way she came out of that unscathed.

“No,” Zinnia replied coldly, her expression utterly impassive as she met Maelis’s worried gaze. Zinnia thought to herself, ‘Didn’t you wish I was dead before? So why the sudden interest now?‘

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