Chapter 79

+15 BONOS That morning. Violet woke up early. In the hallway, she saw George overseeing the servants.

Upon noticing her, George respectfully informed her. “Ms. Agatha, you’re no longer required to work in the garden starting today.”

Violet, with a simple “Oh, assumed that Lucius had decided she should instead take care Post–breakfast, she visited Regina’s room, unexpectedly finding Lucius there too.

care of Regina.

Regina, spotting Violet, quickly turned her attention away from Lucius and beckoned her.

“How was your sleep last night?”

“Fine,” Violet responded, despite not having slept well at all.

“Did he cause you any pain?”

“Uh?” Confused, Violet glanced towards Lucius.

Lucius, appearing displeased, shot her a warning glare.

“Yes,” she replied, her cheeks reddening as she realized what Regina was hinting at.

“That’s good to hear,” Regina said, nodding approvingly and patting Violet’s hand. “For someone nearing life’s end, it’s most satisfying to see new life in the family. You both should work hard to have a child soon.”

Relieved, Violet left Regina’s room. She was grateful Regina was more focused on a great–grandchild than their marriage.

With Lucius’s concern for Regina, he might even arrange a wedding.

However, Violet’s relief was short–lived. That afternoon, a doctor arrived for a medical check–up.

“We need to conduct a physical examination,” he announced.

Violet, alarmed at the sight of the array of cold, unfamiliar medical equipment, objected, “I’m perfectly healthy! I don’t need a check–up.”

But the doctor insisted with a smile, “Regular check–ups are vital, especially for an important medical process. like IVF.”

“IVF. A baby?”

Violet was stunned, not believing Lucius actually intended for her to bear a child. In a panic, she leaped from the bed and fled the room.

She stormed into Lucius’s bedroom, where he was calmly drinking wine.

“What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, her voice filled with emotion and her chest heaving.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in for your examination? Lucius retorted, his gaze intensifying.

+15 BONOS “An examination? I didn’t consent to having a child!”

Having a child with him? Only if she were out of her mind!

Unfazed. Lucius simply swirled his wine, declaring. “This decision isn’t yours to make.”

In other words, he was the one who made the call.

She eventually bus into rage, her eyes blazing with rage, and roared, “What right do you have to dictate my fate?!”

He stood up, his towering presence casting a shadow over her.

“You have no choice but to obey me because your destiny is in my hands,” he exclaimed, his icy and dictatorial character clearly visible.

Violet’s heart sank as she realized his true nature–cruel, arrogant, and indifferent. She had once seen goodness in him, felt sympathy for his past, and even wanted to take care of him. Now she saw that he was not worth it.

“My life may be in your hands; take it if you want, but I refuse to bear your child!”

With that, she turned and walked away, not hesitating for a second.

Behind her, Lucius watched her leave, his expression calm but resolute. In his domain, defiance was not tolerated.

Subsequently, Violet was forcibly taken to the examination table.

She was restrained, spread–eagled, and in a position of extreme humiliation. She felt like a fish on a cutting board, helpless and exposed.

Fury burning in her eyes, she bit her lip, determined not to cry or bow down to this oppression.

Nonetheless, tears streamed down her cheeks as the tools were put into her body.

Growing up, the icy contempt and ridicule she received at Belle’s paled in contrast to the humiliation she encountered here. Her tears were relentless–a constant flow of despair.

“What’s her condition?” Lucius’s chilly voice pierced the silence as he stepped in.

The examination had just ended, and the doctor hadn’t even had time to cover her up. The level of humiliation was extreme.

“Her results are favorable; she’s fit for pregnancy,” the doctor responded.

Their gaze on her was like that of a farmer eyeing a breeding animal. Did she differ from a dog bred for mating? Not really, except that a dog is only bred during its heat cycle.

Instead of looking away, Violet defiantly stared at Lucius, vowing, “I won’t have your child!”

Lucius didn’t even raise an eyebrow, dismissing her comments as if they were the wind. He asked the doctor, When can we proceed?”

+15 BONOS “The ovulation induction can be administered immediately, with egg retrieval possible in a couple of days.”

“Very well.”

Did they even see her as a person?

“I’m warning you! Even if you manage to cultivate the embryos, I won’t carry them, I won’t give birth. If you’re okay with the child dying, proceed with your plan!”

This defiance seemed to finally stir something inside the vicious man. He gazed at her, his lips curling into a sinister smile.

“You may try to end the child, but every time you do that, I’ll keep replacing them until one survives.”

His threat sent a chill down her spine, yet it only solidified her resolve, convinced that the one standing before her was not human but a devil–a bloodthirsty Satan.