My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 53: Madman 2/2

Cain kept his eyes on Cornelia.

Not just a glance. Not a passing look. He watched her the way a gambler watches the final card turn, his attention sharp, calculating, almost hungry. Her face was calm on the surface, too calm, but he knew her too well. That stillness meant she was thinking, weighing something, holding herself back.

Good.

He didn’t stop.

Inside his head, his thoughts were loud and deliberate, each one aimed straight at her.

Look at me, Cornelia. Look carefully. I’m beating him in front of everyone. I’m humiliating a Viscount noble. Are you really not going to stop me? If this keeps going, your precious Moonshade family will be dragged into trouble. Come on. Get angry. Hate me already.

His lips curved slightly, not into a smile but into something sharper.

Then he crouched down.

Before anyone could react, Cain pulled out a small, slender vial from his sleeve. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, thick and dark, like blood that had been compressed a thousand times. He jabbed it into Vance’s neck without hesitation.

A sharp gasp tore out of Vance’s throat.

His eyes snapped open.

Pain and confusion hit him at once, his body jerking as consciousness returned too fast, too violently. Before he could even scream, Cain’s palm cracked against his face.

"Ah—!"

Another slap followed immediately.

"And you dare attack me?" Cain shouted, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "In front of everyone? In the territory of the Moonshade family?"

Slap.

"You think you can just walk in here like you own the place?"

Slap.

Vance’s head snapped side to side, tears spilling freely now, his body too weak to resist, too broken to fight back. Every slap rang out like a whip, sharp and humiliating.

"You are an outsider," Cain continued, his voice rising, thick with rage that looked frighteningly real. "Who gave you the right to enter the Blood Moon Tower?"

Slap.

"Who told you that you were special here?"

Slap.

Vance could only cry now, broken sobs spilling from his mouth, his cheeks swollen and red, his pride shattered beyond repair. His words came out as a mess of gasps and whimpers, his earlier arrogance nowhere to be found.

"Stop... please... stop..."

Cain didn’t.

He grabbed Vance by the collar, yanking him upright just enough to land another slap.

"Crying now?" Cain sneered. "Didn’t you look proud a moment ago?"

The crowd stood frozen.

Blood guards tightened their grips on their spears, unsure whether to step forward or kneel. Knights exchanged frantic looks, their instincts screaming that this was going too far, yet none of them dared to interfere.

Cedrick’s face had gone pale, sweat forming at his temples. Hall’s jaw trembled. Zed’s breath was shallow. William’s hands were clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

Then Vance screamed, his voice cracking with desperation and fury.

"I am a young master of a Viscount House!" he roared. "You Moonshade family dares to do this to me?!"

The air went cold.

That single sentence dropped like a blade.

Everyone woke up at once.

This wasn’t just a beating anymore. This wasn’t a personal clash. This was a threat that could drag an entire family into disaster. The Moonshade family was powerful, but it was still only a Baron-level house. A Viscount family stood far above them.

If this continued...

If Cain didn’t stop...

The consequences would be unbearable.

"Stop him!" someone whispered urgently.

"We have to stop him!"

"This will bring calamity!"

Cain slapped Vance again.

"Who told you to speak?" Cain snapped. "Did I say you could talk?"

That slap echoed louder than the rest.

Fear spread through the courtyard like fire through dry grass. Blood guards looked at Cornelia, at Cedrick, at each other, silently begging someone to give an order. Someone had to stop this madman before it was too late.

And yet.

Cain knew.

Inside his head, his thoughts were cold and cruel, utterly detached from the chaos around him.

This bastard isn’t even worth worrying about.

He remembered Vance clearly. In his past life, Cain had learned everything about the noble houses, their secrets, their rotten cores. Vance was no true heir. Just an illegitimate child, born from a nameless concubine, barely acknowledged by his so-called Viscount father. A decoration. A tool. Someone sent out to gain prestige, not protected, not cherished.

If he died here, the Viscount House wouldn’t lift a finger.

They wouldn’t avenge him.

They might not even claim his body.

In Cain’s mind, he leaned close to Vance again, his expression cruelly amused.

Pathetic insect. You think your name carries weight? You think anyone will come for you? Even if you rot here, they’ll just send another dog to replace you.

Of course, he didn’t say those words out loud.

He let them live only in his eyes, in the way he looked down at Vance, in the mocking curve of his lips.

He slapped Vance again, slower this time, more deliberate.

"You keep shouting about your Viscount House," Cain said aloud, his tone dripping with contempt. "But look at you now. Lying on the ground. Crying. Is this how a noble behaves?"

Vance’s hatred burned so fiercely it drowned out the pain.

"I will kill you," he hissed through broken teeth. "I swear it."

Cain laughed softly.

That laugh terrified everyone far more than his shouting.

Then Cain straightened and turned his head, his gaze sliding back to Cornelia.

Still no reaction.

She stood there, trembling slightly now, her fingers clenched at her sides, her chest rising and falling unevenly. But she hadn’t stopped him. Not once.

Cain’s heart pounded.

What about now, Cornelia? he thought sharply. Will you hate me now? I’m dragging your family into trouble. I’m offending a Viscount noble. I’m acting like a lunatic. Isn’t this enough?

For a moment, he felt something close to panic.

Then Cornelia moved.

Her trembling stopped.

Her back straightened.

And when she spoke, her voice cut through the courtyard like a blade drawn from its sheath.

"Continue."

The word was calm.

Too calm.

Everyone froze.

"What...?" Cedrick whispered.

Cornelia lifted her hand, her eyes burning with a fierce light that made even the blood guards flinch.

"Did you not hear me?" she said, her voice rising, sharp and commanding. "I said, continue."

She looked at Cain.

Not with anger.

Not with disgust.

With something dangerously close to approval.

"He attacked my husband," Cornelia said clearly. "In front of my people. In our territory."

Her gaze swept over the stunned guards and nobles.

"Beat him."

The silence shattered.

"What?!" Hall blurted out.

"Madam!" Zed exclaimed.

William stared at her like he didn’t recognize her anymore.

Cornelia didn’t care.

"If a Viscount House dares to send trash into our home," she continued coldly, "then this trash will be dealt with here."

She stepped closer to Cain, standing beside him, her presence firm and unyielding.

"Beat him until he understands," she ordered. "Let everyone see what happens when someone disrespects the Moonshade family."

The courtyard exploded into chaos.

Gasps, cries, disbelief.

Blood guards stood stunned, their mouths hanging open. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Cedrick felt like the ground had vanished beneath his feet.

Sevette’s eyes widened, her lips parting in pure shock.

And Cain.

Cain stood there, frozen, staring at Cornelia as if he had just seen the world turn upside down.

What...?

What the hell...?

She didn’t hate him.

She didn’t stop him.

She sided with him.

His mind went blank, his plan crumbling in an instant.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

This wasn’t how she was supposed to react.