Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 258: A Prize

Fervor wasn’t stupid, and even without the input of a doctor, he understood what was happening—something that definitely shouldn’t be happening.

She was losing the baby!

"What are you—" Fiona gasped, holding her belly as the pain intensified. She tried to get back out of the car, only to watch Fervor get back in, making her instantly slide back to avoid him a second before he slammed the door shut.

"What are you—" she gasped again, only to be interrupted this time as Fervor stared deep into her eyes and began speaking, laying out the cards for her to see.

"If we go inside that building and you lose the baby...are you aware of the consequences we would both face?" Fervor asked, digging deeper to ensure she understood that she wouldn’t be spared either. The cold look on his face was even icier than usual.

"Your face is disfigured, and after the way you humiliated him, Eldric would never want you back!" He ground his teeth as he spoke, his voice laced with intensity and a trace of disgust to drive his point home.

"Have you seen your face in the mirror?" he asked, satisfied to hear her gasp, about to lash out at him, only to lower her face back to her chest.

"You can’t go into the building!" he said in a tone that carried a finality Fiona couldn’t help but be terrified of. Terrified enough to open her mouth and make her thoughts known.

"I-I can’t lose this baby!" she gritted through her teeth, the pain still wracking through her belly all the way to the deepest part of her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, her hands trembling, her lips quivering as she spoke.

"I-I can’t lose this baby!" she pleaded, raising her head to look at him with a beseeching expression on her face.

The scars on her face would never heal, and the only reason she had determined to live was the growing life in her belly. If—if it was gone, it terrified Fiona to realize that without it, she had no reason to continue to live.

"I-I can’t!" she continued to stammer in a low but high-pitched tone lined with tears. For the first time ever, Fervor stretched out his hand to tap her gently on the back as he gestured toward the driver to drive, giving him the order to head back to the airfield, back to the plane they had taken to Eldric’s district. He then turned back to look at Fiona, who was still wailing beside him.

His hands moved mechanically, even as his face looked even more cold-blooded than usual.

"You won’t! You won’t lose the baby!" he said, uttering words he knew almost for sure to be lies, as a cruel glint appeared deep in his eyes.

He recalled how Eldric had dashed forward to hug Fiona. He had no idea what Eldric had done, but he knew for sure that Eldric wasn’t the kind of man to carry out a plan he wasn’t confident would work.

The more he thought about it, the more pissed he became, regretting the fact that he hadn’t been more careful.

Still, at the same time, the only other thing he could think of was what he could do if the baby was actually lost. Something he couldn’t admit to anyone—including himself—was something he had subtly wished for.

Picking up his phone, he called the doctor and others in a loud voice, ensuring Fiona could clearly hear his orders as he instructed them to prepare an emergency care section on the plane before they arrived.

The first attempt to chain Cain’s beast down had been disastrous.

Bad enough that no one dared to try again after three people had been shredded to pieces. Worse, Violet was confident that Cain’s mind was the one in control.

You could have simply bitten them! she thought to herself, annoyed at how calmly she was taking the entire thing. She turned her face to the side to avoid looking at the dead bodies being carted away.

Even as she walked out of the room, she was delighted that, unlike before, Cain no longer seemed to be stuck to her hip.

But she had just stepped out when she saw Uva, who looked even paler than usual—and it had nothing to do with her changing her face.

Violet realized, from the way Uva was heaving, that she had been pacing in front of the door, waiting for her to come out without daring to knock.

"What’s wrong?" Violet asked, especially since she had expected Uva to be much calmer after leaving earlier, saying she had a lead on a way to turn Cain back to his human form.

But from the way Uva was behaving, it was clear that something was very wrong with the lead.

"Yeah, I found someone who might have a solution!" Uva said, but Violet’s face had just lit up in a smile when Uva instantly raised her hand, shaking her head vigorously to show that Violet didn’t have cause to rejoice yet.

"Yes, but she’s a witch!" Uva said in such a serious tone that Violet couldn’t help but giggle in response, which only made Uva’s expression harden even more.

"But you’re also a witch!" Violet responded, only for Uva to shake her head even harder.

"I’m a nobody! She’s a high coven witch—she’s not someone we can mess with!"

"I used someone to reach out, and she promised she could make the antidote...for a price." Her voice fell dangerously low, even as her eyes kept flickering around them, as if she was sure they weren’t alone and was simply waiting for someone to jump out from the walls.

"That’s good!" Violet replied, though a hint of worry crept into her voice as she realized that, from the way Uva described witches, whatever price she was about to reveal wasn’t going to be small.

Only to hear Uva suddenly put her fears to rest as she tapped her shoulders.

"Relax! At first, she asked for ten male werewolf hearts, still beating with life!" Uva began, even as Violet’s face instantly paled in response. But she relaxed slightly as Uva continued.

"...but I got her to bring it down. You just need to fill ten bottles with the blood of werewolf children below the age of two!"

Violet, who was just about to relax, flinched as if someone had slapped her, staring at Uva like she had grown two heads. Uva simply shrugged in response, pointing at the huge doors behind them as she lowered her voice, her eyes filled with nothing but fear.

"...at least she didn’t ask for their heads!" Uva said, knowing she would have offered it if necessary—something she didn’t dare say aloud.

...We almost died. This is a fair trade, she thought, knowing that the faster they got the witch what she asked for, the better it would be for her. Even as she recalled the claws that would have swiped off her head if she hadn’t tripped over herself.