Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 141: Treatment

The doctors didn’t take long to arrive—three men walked in confidently, only to freeze when Frank asked one of them to follow him to the Lord. They were all werewolves, and the smell of blood was already unnerving. But when they came across the bodies and the survivors they had to treat and nurse back to health, their confidence faltered.

Each of them cursed their love of money under their breath. One even turned around to check if there was still time to flee.

"I’m pretty good with emergency treatments!" the oldest of them finally spoke, though he muttered to himself in his mind. I refuse to die now! I still have so much to live for, he thought, pointing at the bodies on the ground.

"I also have more experience. I’ll be able to save more people!" he hurriedly added, speaking calmly and with a soft bow of respect toward Frank. The younger two widened their eyes in shock, cursing themselves for not speaking up earlier when they should have.

"Mr. Trivet! I’m also good at emergency procedures. I can join you!" one of the younger two spoke up, trying to win favor and align himself with the "winning team" while throwing the last of them under the bus.

"Mr. Farry can attend to the Lord. He is very good at—" But he was still speaking, pointing at the third person who was already beginning to tremble when Frank finally saw the need to interrupt them, pointing at Mr. Trivet.

"You have more experience, then I’ll need you. The patient is not the Lord, but his lover," Frank said, gesturing toward the only woman there, who had followed him and had come in a separate car with a black veil over her head. Her face was hidden, though the trembling and fidgeting of her hands betrayed her fear as they walked past the bodies and headed upstairs.

Mr. Trivet cursed under his breath as he left his colleagues, who couldn’t hide their relief. They bade him goodbye and immediately got to work. As werewolves, they usually felt safe enough to be retained by Cain, whom they had assumed they would never have to worry about considering his power.

Money might just be the death of me! he mumbled under his breath as he followed Frank, already familiar with him, while passively listening to his instructions.

"Keep your head low and be respectful, and you’ll be fine!" Frank told them. He said the words more to reassure himself than anyone else. His own disbelief rang through his voice as he knocked on the door, hoping and praying that Viole hadn’t already kicked the bucket.

Cain had just pushed open the door to stare at them. His eyes were still tinged with a subtle shade that mixed beautifully with his golden eyes, making him look both charming and excessively handsome, but also dangerous.

Mr. Trivet couldn’t help but be shocked at the tall, muscular man before him. Compared to the monstrous rumors he had heard, imagining that this man with such a face could be responsible for so much death was difficult. He lowered his head and greeted him. "My lord!"

But to his utter shock, the woman standing beside Cain—who had walked with calm and poise—immediately fell to her knees, even before he had finished his greeting, begging as though her life was on the line.

"My name is Uva! I swear to be loyal to you and use all my powers to serve you. I’m also part of Lord Razer’s team. Please don’t kill me!" she begged, her sobs echoing in the quiet corridor.

Trivet’s eyes opened in alarm. Without hesitation, he also dropped to his knees and joined her. He had never met the lord before, but the young woman—who seemed even more mysterious and most likely a witch—acted like she had just met the devil himself.

"My-my lord! I swear to do the same!" Trivet swore, kneeling, not caring that as a werewolf, he had lived decades longer than the man in front of him.

Power is power! If I can keep my life and get paid... I’ll even lick his feet!

Cain simply opened the door wider and ordered them to go in and check on Violet. They hurriedly obeyed as he watched them work, not surprised to see the doctors freeze when they caught sight of the patient’s body. The witch was no different. As Cain closed the door, shutting Frank out, Frank didn’t flinch. He hurried down the stairs without a second thought. ...as long as I’m alive and he obviously trusts me enough not to throw me in the basement... what more can the head of guards ask for?

Back in the room, Cain walked closer. The room was well-lit enough for him to see their faces, and for them to see him. He had already put on clothes to prevent himself from being naked. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Honestly, my intention was to kill you the moment you were done tending to her. You must have heard that my lover is male, but it’s obvious that she’s a woman—something that only I know. And she’s also a witch, which you’ll find out too!" Cain pointed out, noting that it was two secrets they now knew.

"If two is a crowd... what do you think four is?" he asked, watching their reactions. He wasn’t surprised to see them shake as though they were about to fall to their knees again and beg for their lives.

"There are two doctors downstairs..." He said, his gaze fixed on the doctor whose knees looked especially weak. "If you fall on your knees again, I will kill you!" he warned. The doctor instantly leaned forward to grab hold of the bed, nodding his head.

"Everything you need will be sent up here. And if by chance she doesn’t make it, then the best thing you can do is also die with her..." Cain’s anger was palpable in his tone as he spoke, though his expression remained strangely blank as he turned around to walk out of the room.

"...because I can assure you, every breath you take after that will be filled with nothing but pain!" he said before walking out the door. His next destination was wherever she was found.

His fists tightened, enough that the sound of his bones creaked as he recalled what he had seen when he removed the bloody cloth from around her eyes as anger burned deep within his very soul at the fact that it had happened under his roof.