“Remove her from here!”
Lucius finallymanded, his voice low, not ncing at Violet but directing his words to George.
“Take her down to the cer!”
Violet found herself being cast into the cer, where the temperature plunged well below freezing.
The chilling conditions brought back memories of her first day at the Imperial Pce, where she had also
been in such a cold environment, waking up to a simr bitter cold.
She pondered if she might sumb to the cold, or perhaps faint and wake up to a past reality where
everything was peaceful–where Oliver was still asleep, and Emily’s voice remained intact. A time when she
could look forward to sitting by Oliver’s bedside, talking and singing to him.
A sad smile formed on her cracked lips, the severe cold having drained them of any moisture.
She no longer felt the cold, but just quietly closed her eyes.
Outside the room, Lucius, visibly disturbed, picked up a wine ss from the table and rubbed his forehead.
George approached him, looking concerned, and hesitantly informed <b>him</b>, “Ms. Agatha has fainted.”
Crash!
The sound of shattering ss echoed as Lucius crushed the ss in his hand, red wine sshing.
“Master Lucius!” George eximed, shocked by his reaction.
Lucius turned, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “Didn’t you tell her thatpliance would grant her freedom?”
“Yes, I did,” George confirmed, but hesitated to continue.
“Go on,” Lucius urged, sensing there was more to be said.
George gathered his courage, and said, “Ms. Agatha isn’t one to easily submit to hardship. She endured dailybor under the hot sun withoutint. Likely, even the threat of death won’tpel her cooperation.”
“What do you propose?” Lucius asked, clearly agitated by this.
“Make an appeal to her desires,” George suggested cautiously. “If Master Lucius can offer something she genuinely wants, perhaps then…”
Lucius stormed out without responding.
Gradually regaining consciousness, Violet found herself back in her own room, reclining on the spacious bed.
She was still feeling the aftereffects of the cold, with her fingertips and toes aching as if she were being pricked by needles.
This difort served <b>as </b><b>a </b>stark reminder that she was indeed still alive.
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Alive, yet trapped in a cycle of enduring Lucius’s cruel maniptions. A grim smile crossed her pale face, which only highlighted her sense of defeat and helplessness<b>. </b>
The door opened, and Lucius stepped inside.
Violet gave him a fleeting, indifferent nce before turning her head away, her resolve strengthened by her
previous ordeals. She no longer feared him.
Lucius approached the bed, observing her delicate figure wrapped in nkets. Despite her fragility, she had
resisted him time and again, much to his frustration; he had been defeated each time.
Irritated, he fought back his urge to strangle her.
“For such a stubborn woman, I should just choke her,” he <b>thought</b>.
“I’ll pay you a billion to have the child.”
He offered the most generous sum, one that no one could refuse.
Violet, however, remained indifferent, choosing to ignore him and close her eyes.
Such tant disregard was unprecedented for him. He would have tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t been for Regina’s fixation on this woman bearing his child.
“Do you think it’s too little? Name your price,” he snarled, gritting his teeth and conceding further.
Finally, Violet opened her eyes, her expression one of calm defiance, tinged with sarcasm. “I don’t want your money, and I won’t bear your child.”
“Agatha!” he eximed.
She responded with a dismissive eye roll, defiantly challenging him, “You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why not just return me to the cer, or toss me into the swamp?”
Violet had no desire to fight for her life.
Lucius had considered doing precisely that.
Violet, seemingly resigned to her fate, closed her eyes once more, resting on her own terms.”
After a moment, a soft whisper reached her ears, “Don’t you remember? If you please Grandma, you can leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy is to <b>have </b>a child. Give birth, and you’ll be free to go wherever you
wish.”
Violet’s eyes snapped open, and her chest heaved.
Her desire to leave was overwhelming, particrly after witnessing Lucius’s relentless cruelty, which confirmed that he was beyond any form ofpassion. Her deepest desire was to get away from this ce. from Lucius.
“Is that—true?” she asked.
“We can make it official with an agreement,” he responded.
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That very night, Violet and Lucius signed an agreement. Her fingers trembled uncontrobly as she held the
pen.
After only ten more months, she <b>reassured </b>herself. She would be able to go after ten months.
She wouldn’t have to be concerned about the child or anything else; she <b>could </b>leave everything behind as if it were a dream–yeah, a dream!
She signed the agreement, her teeth gritting in determination.
Lucius, in contrast, signed his name with a steady hand.
After recovering for a week, Violet was ready for the second embryo transfer. Shey in bed, waiting for the embryo to take hold.
Three dayster, the doctor delivered the news, “I’m sorry, Master Lucius, the embryo failed to imnt.”
Lucius cast a gloomy nce at Violet, whoy on the bed.
Violet maintained her innocence, saying. “I did everything the doctor told me, and I even avoided going to the
bathroom.”
She expressedpliance outwardly, but inwardly, she felt relieved. The thought of leaving after bearing a child was unbearable. Perhaps it was for the best.
“Let’s try again,” Lucius demanded.
“The miscarriage is due to the short interval between attempts. It’s advisable to wait at least six months before trying another transfer. Her body is clearly unsuitable at the moment,” the doctor exined.