Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 232: Jumping out

But she had just picked up the knife, about to stab it through her hand—pain wasn’t something she wasn’t used to—when she suddenly froze.

Realizing at the last second that instead of getting her treated and moving her out of the room, they could simply tie her up and bring a doctor in.

The thought that William’s orders might have been that concise grated on her nerves as she tossed the knife to the ground, her eyes blazing with nothing but unadulterated fury.

Fiona had just settled back onto the bed when she suddenly heard the sound of keys and the door being pushed open. She wasn’t surprised to see a servant walk in with a trolley of food, her head lowered as she pushed it in.

The servant bowed her head before turning to leave, but Fiona wasn’t about to let her.

"I’m bored...keep me company for a while!" Fiona said, staring at her intensely as she tried to judge William’s other instructions from her reaction.

She was satisfied to see the servant immediately bow her head as she began to set the different dishes on the table, going as far as to stand beside her the moment she was done, her head still bowed.

"My lady, I’m—"

"I’m aware!" Fiona snapped, too angry to bother being polite as she continued to sit on the bed, her appetite too far gone to care about the food that had been prepared.

"My maid...Flora! Where is she?" Fiona asked, snapping her head up as she also got on her feet, her gaze fixed on the door.

She had no intention of waiting until William returned, and while she had been hesitant about reaching out to her father, it was clear that William had actually made the decision for her, which instantly made up her mind on what she had to do.

"Flora is sick. She should be better for the afternoon shift!" the servant responded, and Fiona nodded her head, gesturing for her to leave.

Her face wasn’t something Fiona actually enjoyed looking at as she stared at her back until she walked out of the room, the sound of the door being slammed behind her and the jiggling of keys grating on her nerves.

Angry but with no other choice but to wait, Fiona ate and simply lounged on a chair and watched TV until mid-afternoon when she again used the servant bell.

On her feet and tapping impatiently on the ground with her arms folded, she waited for Flora to appear, even as she stood in front of the door and watched it open.

Her eyes widened in displeasure at the sight of the servant she saw. Unable to hold back her anger, she raised her voice and screamed at her.

"GET OUT AND GET ME FLORA!" she screamed, her anger palpable as she watched the servant immediately bow her head and scurry back three times as fast as she had entered.

Fiona’s patience had just run out when she heard a knock—one that was so timid it could only belong to her maid. She was satisfied to watch the door open, pulling Flora in before she could walk out by herself.

The door had just closed behind her when Fiona pulled her farther away from it, towards the huge windows in the room, and began to speak.

"I need to get out of here!" Fiona said, but Flora had barely heard it when she fell to her knees, shaking her head vigorously to show that it was a bad idea.

"Lord William would be very angry! Very angry! He said not to let you out of the room unless he returned or there was an earthquake in the mansion!" she said, her head bowed to the ground, but Fiona was already pulling her up, not surprised by her reaction since she had already expected it.

"Fine, but..." Fiona snapped, raising her head and making Flora meet her gaze. "Then all I need you to do is send a letter!" Fiona said, having brought up the bigger issue first before the smaller one.

"But my lady..."

"Isn’t it already bad enough that I’m locked here!" Fiona snapped, raising her voice only to lower it with a huge sigh as she looked at Flora with a pleading gaze.

"Please... I need you to do this!" Fiona begged, aware that Flora was the only one she could ask since she was both the kindest and the one she could easily bully into not fearing William as much as the others who stood in front of her.

"William is my lover! He’ll be pissed, but he won’t be able to do anything to you! I promise!" she said, tears in her eyes for effect, not surprised when, after a couple of moments of silence, Flora slowly nodded her head with a worried expression on her face.

"I can send a letter without getting caught!" Flora said, and Fiona smiled with relief, aware that she would have been able to call her father if not for the fact that William had given her a new phone without returning her old one.

"Thank you, Flora!" Fiona sighed, handing Flora the letter she had already painstakingly written, even as she went ahead to lower her voice and whisper directly in her ear.

She told her not to send the letter but instead to call a number and relay a meeting point to them in an hour’s time.

The more Flora listened, the more shocked she was, as she gasped, shaking her head, trying to communicate that there was no way Fiona would be able to escape from the mansion by herself. The guards wouldn’t allow it.

But Fiona simply shook her head and clasped Flora’s shoulders firmly.

"Make sure to do it!" Fiona reiterated before swerving Flora around and pointing at the door. "You can show the guards the letter!" Fiona said, even as she smiled at Flora, watching her mumble the numbers she had given her under her breath to ensure that she didn’t forget them.

Even as she nodded her head, her big, round, innocent eyes stared anxiously at her as her brown curly hair bobbed. She bowed again before turning to leave.

But the door had just slammed shut when Fiona instantly got to work, stripping the bed sheets off the bed in one single pull, intent on tying them together even as her eyes looked for the first place to tie them to.

I’m a werewolf! The only reason I haven’t jumped out the window is because I’m fucking pregnant! she thought, not surprised that it was overlooked since, because of her delicate looks, people always treated her as more fragile than she actually was.