Dawn had broken by the time Violet regained consciousness. She felt like a discarded rag, tossed aside when Lucius finished with it. He left without giving her a second nce.


    Only when the sun had fully risen did she carefully rise,boriously moving her battered body towards the bathroom. The bruises marking her body were ring, a reminder of the night’s events.


    These silent witnesses of Lucius’s actions couldn’t be washed away, and she was left without any means to hold him ountable.


    Violet let out a helpless sigh, feeling an overwhelming urge to cry. But with the world having abandoned her. who would offer her sympathy?


    Every step was a struggle; her legs feltme, and each movement brought a sharp, sour pain. Despite her slow pace, she managed to make her way downstairs on her own.


    There, Lucius was having a good time with two women, each of their waists so slender and delicate that they seemed to effortlessly fit in his arms. Noticing her descent from the stairs, those two’s features tensed and revealed their dissatisfaction.


    “Lucius, didn’t you say you’d punish her?” one of them asked. “Why does she seem fine?”


    Withplete indifference and without a nce towards Violet, he replied, “Hasn’t she been punished?”


    Seeing Violet’s limp, the women erupted in victoriousughter.


    Violet stopped, clutching at her chest in difort, realizing that Lucius’s harsh treatment the previous night was a form of retribution for these women.


    Lucius coldly dismissed the women, and withdrew to his room. None of them were brave enough to follow him. Instead, they walked over and blocked Violet’s path, scrutinizing her as if she were merely an object.


    “You got a beating from Lucius, didn’t you? That’s what you get for your arrogance!”


    “She can’t even walk properly! How pathetic!” one mocked, recalling the previous night’s p. She cruelly pinched Violet on her bruised skin.


    Violet winced in pain, her face twisting. She stepped back to escape the woman’s grasp, shooting thetter a re.


    “He must have whipped her,” one spected, turning to herpanion.


    “Mrs. Davis? Got the nerve to call yourself that again?”


    “So shameless!”


    “You’re nothingpared to us.”


    Violet, not one to be easily intimidated, raised her head, prepared to respond. Upon noticing Lucius’s stern look from a distance, however, she restrained herself.


    +15 BONOS


    Choosing to ignore them, she walked past the women as if they were non-existent <i>and </i>headed outside. Under the porch, she felt a harsh shove, causing the iron chains to rattle loudly.


    Turning around, she saw that it was the woman she had pped.


    “Hey, what’s your problem?” Violet snarled.


    Now out of Lucius’s view, her fear dissipated. She faced the two women with a bold, icy stare.


    “Just felt like hitting you, that’s all.”


    “You think you can call yourself Mrs. Davis in front of us? You’re just asking for trouble!”


    One of them viciously kicked Violet’s waist with her high heel, striking the same spot where Lucius had


    harshly pressed her the night before.


    Their boldness only increased upon seeing Violet suppress her anger.


    Violet, in excruciating pain, broke into a cold sweat as her fury surged. She grabbed the woman’s foot and,


    with a twist, shoved away her foot, which was wearing high-heeled shoes.


    The woman nearly fell over as she stumbled backward in surprise.


    “How dare you hit me?”


    “Do you have any wounds on you?” Violet asked coolly, struggling to stand despite her pain.


    She had been careful not to knock the woman down to avoid giving Lucius any reason for further punishment.


    “You…”


    “You want the title of Mrs. Davis so badly, right? Take it! I don’t care. It’s not my decision to make. Just stop


    bothering me, or I’ll use these chains on you!”


    Violet brandished <i>the </i>iron chains menacingly, causing the women to retreat in fear.


    Lucius observed from the half-open door, his expression icy and unreadable, silently


    witnessing the confrontation.


    Sensing defiance in her, he had allowed the women to confront Violet.


    As he quietly observed, he was surprised by her words. He silently caught up with them, wanting to see how


    she handled the women but was shocked to hear such words.


    He wondered, did she disdain to be his wife? Did the title restrict her freedom to meet other men?


    His veins throbbed due to his rage, and he re-entered the house and instructed George, “The weeding job is


    too easy for her. Find something else for her.”


    George, understanding whom Lucius referred to, was puzzled by this sudden shift. However, he still obeyed.


    Yes, Master Lucius.”


    “And send those two away!” Lucius added as George turned to leave.


    ”


    +15 BONOS


    Then, he massaged his brows, as though troubled.


    Outside the door, confusion reigned.


    “How can this be?”


    Before the two women could savor their apparent victory, George delivered the unexpected news that they were to leave. Their expressions mirrored their shock.


    “Master Lucius has ordered this. Please board the ne,” George stated, dealing with the situation efficiently


    and without further exnation.


    The two women, unable toprehend it, trembled in disbelief.


    “This must be a mistake.”


    They had perceived Lucius to be quite affectionate towards them, having taken their side and shown them affection upon waking up today. The sudden decision to send them away seemed unfathomable.


    “We need to talk to Lucius!” they insisted, trying to enter the manor in protest.