The Queens: Scarred Queen Novel

Chapter 403 Chapter 403 With her eyes downcast, Fiona meekly replied, "Yes, ma'am." Seeing that Fiona was no different from before, Eloise dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief and quietly took her leave, leaving Fiona to handle the rest. As soon as Eloise left, Fiona settled into the chair with deliberate poise. "How is Lord Nicolas?" Fiona asked the servant. The servant stepped forward and respectfully replied, "The physician just finished dressing His Lordship's wound, and he is now asleep." Fiona nodded thoughtfully.

After a brief hesitation, she handed the child to the wet nurse and rose to enter the inner chamber. Nicolas lay prone on the bed, a light quilt draped over him. Even in his sleep, cold sweat beaded on Nicolas's face, and his body trembled faintly. It seemed the painkillers weren't working. Though his body slept, his mind remained painfully alert. Fiona stepped closer and gently called out to him, "My lord." Nicolas didn't stir, so Fiona lifted the quilt to check his wounds. But just as her hand reached out, Nicolas seized her wrist in a vice-like grip.

"What are you doing?" Nicolas shot her a cold, wary look, his eyes full of suspicion. Fiona was all too familiar with that cold, indifferent look. She'd endured it more times than she cared to remember. Every time she met his cold gaze, her heart ached. Though her face showed alarm, Fiona felt not an ounce of pity in her heart. In fact, a dark, secret satisfaction curled within her. Original content can be found at find⦿novel.net Fiona squeezed out a single tear, adopting her usual act of weakness and helplessness.

"My lord," she whimpered, "it pains me deeply to see you so gravely injured." In others' eyes, Fiona had always been obedient, never daring to contradict Nicolas, not even once. Fiona had painted the picture that Nicolas was her whole world. Nicolas's male pride was assuaged. He banished the chill from his eyes with a slight, dismissive wave. "Just a superficial wound, nothing to fret over. You needn't worry." Nicolas had been furious because he thought that Fiona had tried to tip someone off and had felt utterly betrayed.

But at the sight of Fiona's tears, all of Nicolas's displeasure dissipated like morning mist. After all, they were husband and wife, a family. Even if Fiona had been momentarily foolish, as long as she turned around, he would give her another chance. 'Look at her crying so heartbreakingly. There's no way she could be faking it,' Nicolas reasoned with himself.

1/2 Chapter 403 The servant approached with the ointment and said softly, "My Lord, it's time for your dressing." Fiona took the medicine from the servant and said softly, "Allow me, my lord." Seeing her like this, Nicolas's heart instantly melted as he thought, 'My wife truly cares for me.' The very next instant, a wave of excruciating pain erupted from his buttocks. The pain in Nicolas's wound had only just begun to subside, but as Fiona reapplied the medicine, a searing, knife-like agony shot through him, burning as if his flesh were being sliced open all over again.

During the flogging, Nicolas had barely felt any pain, but now, as the medicine was applied, the agony was so excruciating he wished he were dead. Nicolas bit down hard on the quilt, his fists clenched tight. Nicolas's muscles spasmed uncontrollably from the pain. When he turned to look at Fiona, he saw her staring back at him with a look of feigned helplessness. Still holding the rolled bandage, Fiona's eyes welled up with feigned fright as Nicolas looked at her. In a trembling voice, she said, "My lord, does it hurt a lot?

If it does, just cry out, don't hold it in." Nicolas choked back a scream. 'A man doesn't cry out in pain in front of a woman. It would make me a laughingstock to do so, Nicolas thought, gritting his teeth. Even though death felt like a better idea now, Nicolas gritted his teeth and forced out, "It's fine...just continue." Fiona hummed in affirmation, her face expressionless as she ripped off the remaining bandages. Without so much as a blink, Fiona tore the blood-soaked bandages straight off Nicolas's raw flesh, utterly unfazed by how they clung to his skin.

Nicolas clenched his teeth so hard he tasted blood, the metallic tang spreading through his mouth. Darkness swam before his eyes, and he finally couldn't hold back. Trembling, Nicolas choked out, "G-gentler...please..." From behind him came Fiona's theatrical sobs, "How could the wounds be this severe? Prince Xander was truly merciless!" Through theatrical sobs, Fiona mercilessly applied the medicine to Nicolas's wounds. By the time the medicine was fully applied, Nicolas was drenched in sweat, on the verge of blacking out from the unbearable pain. Colli dre.

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