Chapter 0088
“What should I do? Naturally, I’d leave.” Violet stated sincerely.
“Leave!”
That word caused Lucius’s expression to turn instantly grim and his voice harsh, and he spat it out with a
biting edge.
He let out a cold hum, clearly distressed, then rose to his feet, Indicating a desire to distance himself from her.
“It’s a shame! You aren’t her. You’re Agatha. So, forget about the idea of leaving!”
With that, he stormed out, the door banging loudly behind him.
Violet weakly eyed the shut door, and buried her head on her knees. She’d always known he’d never accept her for who she was. What else could she possibly expect?
That evening, George delivered a dinner specially prepared for her. It was a lavish meal, rich in nutrients.
“This is specially prepared for you under Master Lucius’s instruction.”
After learning of Violet’s real identity, George’s attitude toward her changed dramatically.
Feeling remorseful and wishing to keep her, the butler was exceptionally careful and attentive.
The mention of Lucius brought a bitter sensation to Violet’s mouth. He had arranged for such nutritious meals, likely in the hopes of improving her health for childbearing.
“I see,” she replied quietly, mechanically eating her rice and ignoring the delicacies.
A look of sadness crossed George’s face, but he refrained from further comment, only
advising her after she had finished eating, “Madam Davis is very fond of you. She talked about you several times today. Ms. Agatha, she would appreciate a visit from you.”
Violet went to visit Regina regardless.
Regina was eating porridge when Violet arrived.
Upon seeing her, Regina gestured the servant away with the porridge and called, “Vivi, come here.”
Violet complied, approaching the bed and allowing Regina to hold her hand.
“Any updates? Are you experiencing any symptoms like nausea or cravings for sour foods?” Regina wondered, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Her urgency only added to Violet’s sadness..
After a pause, Violet gently replied, “Grandma, can we…not be so eager about having a child?”
“Why is that?” Regina responded, her concern evident.
Violet bowed her head silently.
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“Don’t you want to bear Lucius’s children?”
She remained silent.
Lucius, by chance, had pushed the door open and was about to enter the room.
He overheard the exchange, and noticed Violet with her head down and sitting quietly by the bedside.
Her silence was intpreted as agreement with Regina’s statements. Violet appeared unwilling to bear his
children.
Seeing her reaction, Lucius clenched his fist tightly, nearly damaging the doorknob..
He then entered the room, his presence marked by a chilly demeanor, though he said nothing.
“Lucius,” Regina called out, effectively halting the conversation and shifting the focus elsewhere.
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talked to Regina without even looking at Violet, as if she were invisible.
Violet chose not to interject, sitting silently to the side out of courtesy, listening in,
“It’s getting late. I’m tired, so you should go now,” Regina said an hour later, motioning.
Lucius agreed with a hum. He stood up and walked out the door without beckoning Violet.
Violet lingered briefly before leaving, heading toward her own bedroom. On her way past Lucius’s room, she was suddenly pulled inside, taken by surprise.
She had no time to cry out, because she was completely caught by surprise. By the time she regained her senses, her body was already pinned to the bed.
He then pressed down on her, nearly crushing her.
His tone was filled with anger. He roared, “You refuse to bear my child, is that it?”
He was pressing down on her heavily, making it difficult for her to breathe, let alone reply. She tried to push his
hand off her chest.
He held her hands aggressively above her head, accusing her, “You don’t want my child? Do you think you can escape that fate? If you refuse to bear my child, I’ll kill you!”
Rrrip!
He ripped her clothes and tied her hands above her head.
Violet fought valiantly, but he made no attempt to stop her. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity she presented…
An uncontrollable torrent of wrath erupted, and his self–control shattered. He was fixated on the single thought of impregnating her that night, disregarding her exhaustion, pain, and his own roughness.
The only thing on his mind was to ensure Violet conceived his child.
“Go to hell! I despise you, Lucius! I hate you!” she yelled.
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Unable to free her hands, she continued to curse him, tears streaming down her face. The pain was
excruciating; it seemed like a knife was stirring inside her, pulling her apart.
In her anguish, she bit down fiercely on his shoulder.
Lucius, seemingly impervious to the pain, allowed her to bite, persisting in his actions.
Several hours passed, and tranquility settled in the room.
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Violet had once again lost consciousness, while Lucius’s shoulder displayed deep bite marks, oozing with
blood..
He ignored his own wound, instead panting for air with his head lowered on top of her.
No matter how many times he looked at her pale, innocent face, he could never get enough of it. It hurt him to see her in such a state, as if his most prized property had been harmed.
