Master of Lust-Chapter 212: Father, don’t cross the line

Chapter - 212

As Rick and the Old Matriarch entered the ICU room, a wave of sterile, antiseptic smell hit them like a brick wall. The harsh lighting overhead cast a clinical glow over the room, illuminating the rows of machines and monitors that surrounded Emily's bed.

Emily lay unmoving on the sterile hospital bed, her fragile figure barely discernible beneath a web of wires and tubes that snaked across her body like vines. The room was filled with the mechanical hum of life-support machines, their rhythmic sounds providing a haunting backdrop to the scene.

A ventilator whispered softly in the background, its gentle hiss punctuating the stillness of the room. A clear plastic tube extended from Emily's mouth, tethering her to the machine that breathed for her.

Despite the quiet bustle of medical equipment, Emily appeared eerily still, her only movement the faint rise and fall of her chest as the ventilator pumped life-giving air into her lungs.

Olivia, her heart heavy with grief, stood by the entrance, her eyes blurred with tears as she gazed upon her daughter's motionless form. Each beep of the monitors felt like a stab to her heart, a reminder of the fragile thread that held Emily's life in balance. With a choked sob, she wanted to reach out to her daughter, gently caress Emily's hand. But all she could do was pray.

Pray for her daughter's speedy recovery.

The room reverberated with Olivia's anguished sobs. Rick, his attention drawn back to her by the heart-wrenching sound, turned to see his father stepping in to offer solace. With a frown on his face Rick watched as his father wrapped his arms around Olivia, seeking to provide comfort in the face of her grief.

Rick's father, his own emotions raw and unguarded, struggled to find the right words to offer Olivia solace. His voice wavered with the weight of his own sorrow, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he attempted to console her.

Meanwhile, Rick's eyes narrowed with a cold intensity as he observed the scene before him. A sense of resentment simmered beneath his surface, his jaw clenched tight with frustration. Despite the familial bond, Rick couldn't shake the feeling of disdain as he watched his father's attempts to comfort Olivia.

He clenched his jaw, a flicker of anger crossing his features as he watched his father trying to comfort her.

It was no secret that Rick harbored possessive feelings towards Olivia. Even his father caught him making love to her. So why the hell was he acting so clingy towards her?

[She is your first love master. And look at your old man holding your woman in his arms. If it was me, I would have tolerated it.]

Yes, Olivia was his first love, and he was determined to make her his own, no matter the cost. The sight of his father offering comfort to the woman he desired filled him with a sense of simmering anger and jealousy.

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Rick's father couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as he sensed Rick's intense gaze boring into him. With a furrowed brow, Rick's eyes narrowed in disapproval, his frown deepening as he silently saw with displeasure his father getting all touchy with Olivia.

The weight of Rick's stare felt like a physical force, causing a shiver to run down his father's spine. A sense of unease settled over him, the fear evident in his eyes as he met Rick's chilling gaze. In that moment, it was as if Rick's eyes held the power to pierce through his father's facade, laying bare his true emotions.

Caught in this silent confrontation, Rick's father found himself at a loss for words, the gravity of Rick's disapproval weighing heavily upon him. He released Olivia from his embrace, his hands dropping to his sides in a subconscious gesture of surrender. Stepping back, he cast a wary glance between Rick and Olivia.

In those few moments, even Olivia had calmed down. She turned away from his father, her attention now focused solely on her daughter.

Rick's lips curled into a smirk as he watched his father retreat, a sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest. He may not want to dominate Olivia, at least not right now. But he could certainly assert his dominance over his father.

'I hope you are ready with those 100,000 Ero points,' Rick spoke in his mind.

[100,000 Ero points? What for? Are you hallucinating my master? Look at your father. Poor man, he looks so scared. I am afraid he might shit any moment.]

'But I never spoke a word. I let him do whatever he wanted. Wasn't that precisely I was suppose to do? Let him do whatever he can?' Rick was all smiles as he pointed out.

[But..."]

'Are you going to go back on your words? Didn't know you were so shameless. That too after acting all high and mighty. What a fucking sore loser,' Rick shook his head as he berated the system.

'You know what? Keep those useless Ero Points. I wouldn't want them anyway. Think of them as some sot of tip. You have been working diligently my dog,' Rick totally gave no face to the system. It was one blow after the other to the system's so-called pride if there was any.

[What did you say? Dog? Let me tell you... You fuc... fu... fu...

Master. I am no ones dog. not even yours.]

[And here, take these 100,000 Ero points. Like hell I need them.]

'Oh, the poor system can't even curse his master,' Rick chuckled inside as he watched the system lose control of its emotions, yet could not let it out. It was a hilarious situation.

'I will gladly take these 100,000 Ero Points. Only because you are asking me to. Otherwise, you know me...'

And now with a free 100,000 Ero Points in his pocket, Rick turned his atttention towards the Old Matrriarch.

"It's your turn now. Don't disappoint me," Rick spoke, his voice turning serious, "What are you going to do? What's the plan? Are you going to work some ancient magic on her?" Rick whispered to the old Matriarch.

The Old Matriarch's gaze wavered for a fleeting moment, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she regained her composure. With a calm resolve, she met Rick's eyes squarely, her demeanor unwavering.

"I do have a method to treat her," she responded, her voice steady and assured. "But it won't be easy for her mother to witness. You might want to get them both out of the room," she suggested, nodding towards Rick's father and Olivia.

Rick arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Not easy to watch, huh? What kind of vampire voodoo are you planning to pull off?" he quipped, a playful edge to his tone as he awaited the old Matriarch's response.

Rick's quip earned a subtle reaction from the Old Matriarch, her lips thinning into a brief expression of disapproval. However, she chose to brush off his comment, focusing her attention on the urgent task ahead. With a nod, she glided towards Emily's bedside, her movements poised and purposeful.

Rick observed her progress with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, feeling a growing sense of anticipation as he watched her prepare to work her supposed magic. Though skeptical of the Old Matriarch's abilities, he couldn't deny the urgency of the situation, willing to entertain any possibility if it meant saving Emily's life.

That too when the bloody system has given him the quest to cure Emily without taking it's help. But Rick didn't care about the quest right now. If somehow the old Matriarch is not able to cure Emily, he was not going to hesitate and use the system to cure her.

As the Old Matriarch began her examination, Rick's gaze shifted to Olivia, his features softening with concern as he approached her side. With a gentle touch, he reached out, his hand hovering momentarily before settling reassuringly on her shoulder.

"Olivia," Rick murmured, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual bravado. "We are gonna get through this, alright? The old lady is going to work her charm, and Emily is going to pull through. You will see."

Olivia glanced up at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Despite the tears, she managed a weak smile, her hand reaching up to cover his own.

"Thank you, Rick," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I just... I don't know what I would do without you."

Rick felt a swell of emotion in his chest at her words, a mixture of gratitude and protectiveness washing over him. With a reassuring smile, he squeezed Olivia's hand, determined to be her pillar of support through this mess.

"And after that..." Rick murmurred to himself.

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