Master of Lust-Chapter 214: Emily Dead? [2]

Chapter - 214

Olivia's voice reverberated through the room, her anger slicing through the air like a blade as she confronted the enigmatic figure of the Old Matriarch. "What have you done to my daughter?" Her words were sharp, a desperate plea tinged with fear and fury.

"Please," Olivia begged, her voice cracking with emotion as she searched the old woman's face for answers. "Tell me what you've done to my daughter. I need to know."

"Please tell me." The strain of the moment proved too much for her, and her legs buckled beneath her, unable to bear the weight of her anguish any longer. With a heartbreaking thud, Olivia's body slumped to the ground,.

But Rick was quick to spring into into action, lunging forward to catch Olivia before she hit the unforgiving floor. His arms wrapped around her, offering a semblance of support and comfort in the midst of the chaos.

But amidst all the commotion, the Old Matriarch remained poker faced, her posture unchanged, her demeanor eerily calm and composed. Her gaze remained fixed on Emily's face, as if nothing else in the world mattered. She didn't even flinch at the sight of blood dripping from her own wound, staining the pristine floor beneath her, and the old matriarch made no move to stop it.

Rick's father, his eyes ablaze with fury, fixated on Rick and the old lady with a chilling intensity. "What have you done to her, you cursed woman?" His voice, a thunderous roar, reverberated off the walls of the room, the venom in his words saturating the air.

His accusatory gaze bore into the old lady, his anger a tangible force that seemed to envelop the entire space. "You, you bloody woman," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he laid blame squarely at her feet.

But his wrath didn't stop there. With a sharp turn, he redirected his ire towards Rick, his voice rising to a deafening crescendo as he unleashed a barrage of accusations. "And you, Rick! What have you brought upon us?

Is this the result of your so-called magic tricks?" His words, laced with bitterness and disappointment, cut through the room like a knife, each syllable laden with the weight of betrayal.

Rick, his own emotions swirling in a tempest of anger and frustration, ignored the accusations of his father and confronted the old lady with anger dripping from his face, "What have you done with her?" he demanded, his voice trembling with tension. Gone was the playful banter, replaced now by a raw urgency that underscored the gravity of the situation.

The room descended into an uneasy silence, the weight of Rick's accusation hanging thick in the air like a suffocating fog.

With a calm demeanor that belied the gravity of the situation, the old Matriarch locked eyes with Rick, her gaze unwavering. At last, she broke the tension with a measured response. "I did what was necessary to save her," she stated, her voice carrying an air of authority.

Rick's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration boiling over as he struggled to contain his rising anger. He watched in helpless anguish as Emily's condition continued to deteriorate, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor a haunting reminder of the fragility of life.

"Save her? She's not even breathing anymore," Rick exclaimed, his disbelief tinged with a hint of desperation. "What kind of saving is this? Are you playing some twisted game by hurting her? Are you trying to double cross me?"

The old matriarch's expression remained stoic, her features unmoved by Rick's accusations. Meeting his accusatory stare head-on, she offered a chilling explanation. "Bringing someone back from the brink of death is never a gentle process," she stated matter-of-factly. "Sometimes, one must first extinguish the flame before it can be reignited."

"Don't bullshit me," Rick released Olivia, his frustration reaching a boiling point as he closed the distance between himself and the old matriarch in a flash, their faces mere inches apart.

With a fierce glare and unwavering intensity, Rick locked eyes with the old matriarch, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He was on the brink of losing control, every fiber of his being pulsing with pent-up frustration.

"Shove all this philosophy bullshit up your ass," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. His eyes blazed with a fiery determination, daring the old matriarch to defy him. "I need you to do something about Emily, right now. Do something, damn it."

But before the old matriarch could respond, Rick's father, who had been watching the scene unfold in silence, finally found his voice. His own frustration and fear bubbling over, he lashed out at his son with a raw intensity.

"You still want her to do something? Have you fucking lost your mind?" he roared, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. "Throw her out of this room, or so help me, I will do it myself." His threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Tears streamed down Olivia's cheeks, her voice choked with emotion as she turned to Rick with a heartbreaking plea. "Rick, please," she begged, her words trembling with grief.

"Please, do something. Save Emily... Please, I'm begging you, Mrs. BloodThrone," she implored, her desperation palpable. "I'll do anything you ask. I'll devote my life to you, serve you till my dying breath...

Just save my daughter."

"I will be your slave..." Her voice cracked under the weight of her sorrow, each word a testament to the depth of her anguish. "I'm willing to give my life in exchange for hers," she confessed, her heart laid bare before them all.

Witnessing Olivia's devastation, Rick's frustration reached a boiling point, his fear for Emily's life fueling his anger. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation. "You've ruined everything, you old hag!"

"I never should've trusted you," he muttered under his breath, his frustration boiling over. "I should have just used the system and get done with it. That damned quest..." His words trailed off into a frustrated mumble, his mind racing with regret and anger.

Just as Rick was about to reach for help from the authorities, Emily's body convulsed in a sudden, agonizing breath. "Uhhh..." she moaned, her voice a haunting echo in the tense silence of the room.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted, the air crackling with a charged energy that seemed to pulse with life. Jaws dropped, eyes widened in astonishment, as everyone's attention shifted to Emily, their collective gaze fixated on her with a mixture of disbelief and hope. Well, with the exception of the Old Matriarch who remained the same throughout. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The flat lines on the monitor tracking Emily's heartbeats erupted into a frenzy of activity, the once-steady rhythm now resembling a city skyline wrought with chaos. Her pulse surged, racing at an alarming rate, the numbers on the screen climbing well above the normal range, reaching heights of over 200 beats per minute.

Despite the erratic spikes and frenetic movement ona the monitor, the relief was palpable - Emily was still among the living.

As Rick's gaze returned to Emily's prone form, he noticed a subtle change, a flicker of movement at her fingertips, a flutter of her eyelids. Holding his breath, he watched with bated anticipation as Emily's body trembled, shaking as if she was having an attack with the stirring of life, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

Olivia's voice trembled with fear and desperation, her words echoing through the room with a raw intensity that mirrored the turmoil in her heart. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned to Rick, her voice cracking with emotion. "Rick, what's happening to my child?" she pleaded, her anguish laid bare for all to witness.

Rick's father couldn't help but echo Olivia's question, his own voice tinged with concern and confusion. "What's going on with her?" he repeated, his eyes darting between Emily's convulsing form and the monitors tracking her vital signs.

"Agghhh" Meanwhile, Emily's agonized groan pierced the air, her distress palpable as she struggled against the machines restraining her. It was a gut-wrenching sound, a cry for help that echoed off the walls of the room.

But before Olivia could reach out to comfort her daughter, the old Matriarch intervened, pulling her back with a firm grip. "Don't worry," she reassured, her voice surprisingly calm amidst the chaos. "She will be fine." With a gentle yet commanding gesture, she restrained Olivia, preventing her from approaching Emily.

She held the key to Emily's fate, standing between the mother and child.

"No, she won't be fine. Just look at her," Olivia's voice cracked with anguish as tears streamed down her cheeks. "My baby... Poor baby... She needs me," she pleaded, her gaze fixed on her daughter's trembling form with a mixture of heartbreak and desperation.

***SLAP!!!

The room fell silent as the sharp sound of the slap cut through the air like a knife. The Old Matriarch had finally reached her limit, her patience worn thin by Olivia's incessant cries. With a swift, decisive motion, she delivered a resounding slap across Olivia's face, the force of it reverberating through the room.

"You weak, pathetic human," the Old Matriarch's voice was cold and cutting, her words dripping with disdain as she addressed Olivia. Enjoy new chapters from novelbuddy

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