Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 The Secluded Wing

Understanding dawned on Elowen immediately, and she lowered her voice with a small smile.

“Perfect. Then we’ll save everything and spend it when we travel someday.”

Cassian smiled softly and gave a quiet hum of agreement.

The palace had already arranged for the rewards to be delivered directly to Duskmoor Manor, while Elowen and Cassian headed toward their carriage together.

The ornate carriage waited only a short distance away beneath the fading evening sky when Elowen suddenly slowed her steps, as though something had just occurred to her.

Cassian glanced toward her immediately. “What is it?”

Her expression turned slightly serious. “Cassian, there’s somewhere I want to go first.”

He studied her calmly. “Where?”

“The Secluded Wing.”

Cassian did not ask why.

He simply nodded once. “All right. I’ll go with you.”

They had arrived at the palace earlier in two separate carriages. Poppy and Phoenix had ridden in one under the care of Gerda and Edith, while Elowen and Cassian shared the other.

Cassian gestured for the two attendants to approach.

“You may take the children back to Duskmoor Manor first,” he instructed. “The duchess and I need to attend to something before we return.”

The two women lowered themselves respectfully before climbing into the carriage with the twins and departing ahead of them.

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Meanwhile, Cassian accompanied Elowen into the second carriage and instructed the coachman to head toward the Secluded Wing.

By then, evening had nearly settled over the palace.

The sun had already sunk behind the distant stone walls, leaving only streaks of crimson and dark gold spread across the western sky while the fading light reflected dimly against the palace rooftops.

After glancing outside for a moment, Elowen leaned back quietly against the cushioned carriage wall while replaying Rowena’s earlier words in her mind.

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Chapter 632 The Secluded Wing

There is no hatred without reason.

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If someone hated another person enough to destroy them at any cost, then there had to be something buried underneath it all.

So what about Daphne?

They had once been incredibly close.

When had everything started changing?

And why?

Was it because of Alaric?

No. That explanation never truly felt right.

Daphne may have appeared devoted to Alaric, but whether in this life or the last, her feelings had never seemed deep enough to explain such consuming hatred.

There had to be something else.

Now that Alaric had fallen, the Garrett family had collapsed alongside him. Galen had lost his office, the family itself was being investigated, and Daphne had been confined to the Secluded Wing without any hope left.

She would not survive there for long.

Before Daphne died, Elowen wanted answers.

The Secluded Wing sat in the most isolated northwestern corner of the palace grounds.

As the carriage traveled farther into that abandoned section of the royal compound, the scenery gradually became bleak and desolate.

Paint peeled from the old walls in faded strips, exposing dull gray stone beneath, while the air carried the damp smell of decaying timber and mold.

Even the wind seemed sluggish there, as though exhaustion itself lingered over the entire place.

Outside the entrance sat an elderly matron wearing a faded brown wool dress. She had been dozing beside the doorway until the sound of carriage wheels startled her awake.

The moment she looked up and saw Cassian helping Elowen down from the carriage, she hurried to her feet and dusted herself off frantically before bowing over and over again with an eager smile.

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Chapter 632 The Secluded Wing

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“Your Grace,” she said quickly. “What brings you to a place like this? The whole wing is miserable and unlucky besides. Half the women inside have lost their minds. It’s hardly suitable for you.”

Elowen asked only one question.

“Is Daphne inside?”

The matron had barely begun nodding when an enraged scream suddenly echoed from somewhere deeper inside the building.

“You’re lying!”

The voice sounded like Daphne’s, yet at the same time almost unrecognizable.

It was shrill, vicious, nearly hysterical.

A loud crash followed immediately afterward, as though someone had smashed a bowl against the stone floor.

Then another woman cried out in pain.

“Let go of me! I didn’t invent it! Everyone outside is saying Prince Alaric is finished, and the Garrett family is doomed too…”

“You’re lying! You’re lying!”

Daphne’s voice turned even sharper and more frenzied.

“Say that again and I’ll kill you! So what if Prince Alaric lost everything? Nothing’s going to happen to the Garrett family! My father and brother would never abandon me. Who are you to curse my family like that?!”

Only then did Elowen fully recognize the voice.

It truly was Daphne.

She turned slightly toward the matron beside her.

“Is she always like this?”

The woman’s eager smile stiffened awkwardly before she hurriedly forced it back into place.

“She… she still believes she’s the former crown princess,” the matron explained nervously. “She keeps insisting her father and brother will rescue her eventually. And she has a terrible temper. The moment anyone says something she dislikes, she lashes out immediately. The orders from above were only to confine her here. No one gave permission to punish her more severely, so we servants don’t dare push too far. After all… she used to be the crown princess. Who knows

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