Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 225: He Loves Me!

"I spoke wrong! What I meant was that I would survive until then and even after then!" William calmly said, only to raise his gaze up and see that Fiona was staring intensely at him but didn’t seem to be listening to the words coming out of his mouth.

Her chest heaving up and down as she stared at him with glazed eyes and a wounded expression on her face.

She didn’t speak at first and simply stood there, and William, although weak, couldn’t sit by and allow anything to disrupt his plans—including the main character.

"Fiona! I know my health better than anyone else!" he began. "...If you insist, we can go to the hospital tomorrow, and you can hear it from the doctor yourself!" he said, a frown slowly appearing on his face as he spoke, as he watched Fiona suddenly begin to move towards the side of his table.

He was still wondering what she was up to when he unexpectedly watched her pop open the small trash bin and dive her hands in before he could even open his mouth to utter a word.

His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he heard the sound of her hands rummaging through until he heard her retract her hands and gasp.

Unable to help but release a heavy sigh, he opened his eyes and watched as she held the bloody tissue he had coughed into and hid from her, an aghast expression on her face.

She looked so stunned that William couldn’t help but find the entire situation comical, stamping down his urge to laugh as he lowered his head and coughed before raising his gaze again.

"Fiona—"

"William—" Fiona gasped, interrupting him before he could finish.

"How long do you have?" she seriously asked him without shifting her gaze away.

William was about to say something else when he unexpectedly watched Fiona explode.

"How much longer do you have!" Her voice was on the edge of a scream as tears flooded her eyes, and she tossed the tissue she held right onto the floor.

"Weeks! We could have gotten the antidote from my father! Do you really want to die!" she screamed at him, even angrier as she stared at William, who didn’t seem to be the least concerned as he still sat on his chair with a hint of a smile on his face.

"If you relax and calm down, I’ll explain it all to you!" he said, but Fiona was already shaking her head.

"Explain!! Fucking explain, William! Your plan was to leave me with a child by myself!" she screamed at him, growing angrier the more she thought about it, while dealing with his calm gaze that made it clear she was exaggerating.

A few moments of silence passed, with both of them staring at each other and neither speaking.

William, his head pounding and too tired to say more, and Fiona, too furious to find more words to say, waiting for William to talk—only to be shocked when he didn’t speak.

At last, wiping off the tears that streamed down her face as she had spoken, Fiona smiled as she began to speak again.

Horrified that someone like her—who would never even shed a tear after a broken arm—had suddenly turned into an absolute mess.

I’ll contact Father! I’ll tell him about the baby! He would ask for concessions, but there’s no way he’ll—

"YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING!" William suddenly said, raising his voice until it echoed around and past the room, fury evident in his tone as he spoke.

His voice was so loud and domineering that, for a second, Fiona couldn’t help but flinch back with how much it reminded her of her father.

Her eyes widened as she watched him fix stormy eyes on her—ones that showed he was being completely serious.

"You would put the life of our baby in danger? You know who your father is! I’m weak... what do you think he’ll think of the child?"

"SO YOU’D RATHER DIE!" Fiona barked back, refusing to back down as danger boiled from deep within her soul, tears brimming in her eyes again even as she widened them and refused to let them fall.

"You have men! We can protect ourselves! We can bring the other lords in! We can—"

"No! I am lord over this district, and the last thing I will do is publicize my weakness to everyone that can take advantage of it!" William responded with a dark gaze as he leaned forward and slowly got to his feet.

"Like I said... the doctors are working on it, and I’ve also employed some witches! I’ll be fine!" he said in a tone of finality that left no room for argument, even as he moved to walk out of the room, clearly no longer in the mood to talk.

Fiona could see that, but that didn’t mean she intended to agree with it as she dashed forward in front of him.

"...What if I refuse?" she said, a fierce look on her face as she stared at him.

"I refuse to let you die!" Her tone was filled with even more determination than what could be seen in her eyes, but William, instead of chuckling at her stubbornness like he usually did, only frowned more—one that was closer to a glare as he stretched out his hand and gripped her arms, pulling her out of the way in such a cold manner that Fiona couldn’t help but feel a stab of pain in her chest.

"I love you..." he began—words he hadn’t said before, that made a shadow of a smile appear on her face—only to disappear in the same breath as she heard him continue to speak.

"...But if you go against me... you won’t like how I respond!" he told her as he walked past her and pulled open the door before slamming it behind him as he walked out.

Fiona stared at the door like the events that had just happened had been nothing but a dream.

William’s gaze when he looked at her as she mentioned her father—almost like he was staring at a stranger.

Rubbing her stomach ever so gently with a deep frown on her face, she already knew what her next actions were going to be, even though it scared her—especially since she was going to be going against William’s will.

He loves me! Even if I do... the most he can do is scream at me! she thought with a smile on her face as she realized that they had just had their first fight, and the fact that she was pregnant meant that he would never, ever hit her.

Confident that the way he had treated her when he had kidnapped her, whipped, and locked her in a cell was simply because of his hatred of her father.

He loves me! she mumbled to herself as she recalled the words he had just told her, even in the heat of anger.

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Violet had been shocked by what Uva told her about how easily she had infected them but she believed every word.

Excited to return and begin her lessons, only for her mood to be dampened when Uva informed them that they couldn’t until a few days later—after she had stored more magic, which she would use to activate her own.

Just the thought of it, coupled with the thought of what her family had to be going through, made it hard for her to stop smiling the more she thought of it.

A few more days and I’ll be able to use magic! she beamed to herself as she got out of the car, basically skipping forward as Uva hurried to catch up with her as they walked in.

But they still had smiles on their faces as they walked through the main entrance of the door—only for both of them to freeze almost at the same time just when they had barely stepped a few steps in.

Violet’s mouth dropped open in complete shock and horror as she raised her gaze and saw Cain standing a few steps away with a headless servant at his feet and a bloody blade in his hands.

It didn’t help that her pounding heart made it hard to breathe, but it only got worse when Cain raised his gaze and she noticed how one of his eyes was dyed gold and the other was dyed completely red—like the last time she had seen him go ape-shit on her.

"Shit!" Uva mumbled to herself, even as different thoughts began to go through her head. It was clear that something was wrong, and at that moment, Uva wasn’t sure which position would be advantageous to her—staying beside Violet or distancing herself from him.

Surprisingly, the environment was completely silent as the servants trembled as they knelt on the ground, including the guards, who didn’t dare to be confident in their safety considering Cain’s bloody track record.

The headless body and the head didn’t make it any easier to breathe as she battled down the urge to step back and put her safety first—even as she opened her mouth to speak instead, having noticed the looks of relief the others kept sending her way.

But she had just opened her mouth, only to be interrupted before she could utter a word.

"Ca—"

"Where have you been?" The brewing anger in his tone didn’t make anyone feel the least relieved—most of all Violet, to whom the question had been directed.