From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Athena studied the man before her with puzzlement.

He bore a passing resemblance to Ferris, the same charming eyes and high nose bridge. Yet compared to Ferris’s striking features, his looks fell far short.

What was more, his wicked nature made even these mediocre features seem repulsive.

“Who do you think you are, spouting such nonsense here?” Trina stepped forward, glaring.

She stepped forward, ready to strike, but the man’s attendant quickly blocked her and barked, “How dare you? This is the heir of the Mcgee family.”

Athena arched an eyebrow, her gaze darkening.

‘So that’s who he is,‘ she thought. ‘Ferris’s dad’s bastard son by a mistress, later taken in as Gale’s nephew. Calling him the heir is really giving him too

much credit.‘

“There’s only one heir in the Mcgee family. Where did this random nobody come from, pretending to be the heir?” Athena shot Wade Mcgee a look of utter disdain. With that, she didn’t hesitate to slap Wade hard across the face.

Trina couldn’t do it, but Athena sure could.

Athena had expected Wade to be furious, but to her surprise, his eyes gleamed with twisted excitement as he looked at her, delight written all over his

face.

With a mocking grin, Wade purred, “Oh, you’re feisty. That slap felt so good. Want to hit me a few more times?”

Though his legs were useless, he eagerly leaned his face closer to Athena.

Athena curled her lips in a cold sneer. ‘Disgusting,‘ she thought, eyeing the scoundrel with open contempt. With a sharp flick of her sleeve, she clasped

her hands behind her back.

Her icy gaze bore into Wade as she said, “The Mcgee family doesn’t welcome you. Spare yourself the humiliation.”

Just then, Ferris stormed out in a rage, brandishing a sword in his hand. He lunged at Wade, aiming straight for his back. “Get out. Get out of here,” he roared.

The two attendants quickly grabbed Wade and hauled him over the wall to make their escape.

Just before disappearing, Wade sneered, “If you knew about Ferris’s past, would you still marry him?”

Ferris’s eyes burned red with rage as he roared like a frenzied leopard, “If I ever see him in this mansion again, you’ll pay with your lives.”

The guards immediately dropped to their knees in terror, begging for mercy.

Ferris clutched his chest, a sudden gush of blood spilling from his lips. He swayed unsteadily, barely able to stay upright. He braced himself on his sword and dropped to one knee.

“Ferris?” Athena rushed forward to support him. Checking his pulse, she found his rage had triggered a breath deviation.

His condition, which had just stabilized, flared up again. Ferris’s body was burning hot, sweat streaming down his face.

Athena quickly supported his weight and half–carried him inside, snapping at the maids, “What are you standing around for? Go prepare the herbal bath,

now.”

The young maids, frozen in panic, finally sprang into action at Athena’s calm command.

Trina helped Athena get Ferris onto the bed.

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Chapter 137

“Get me the silver needles,” Athena instructed Trina, while starting to unfasten Ferris’s clothes.

Even in his semi–conscious state, Ferris clung tightly to Athena’s hand. His expression showed not just pain, but also deep shame.

“D–Don’t look at me,” he muttered

Athena’s brows knitted together. “Your life or your pride?” she snapped. “I’m still waiting for you to marry me.” With that, she pried his hand open.

Ferris fell unconscious, which at least made Athena’s job easier. But when she removed Ferris’s clothes, she was stunned by the sight before her.

From his waist to his chest, burns–uneven, irregular patches, extended up to his shoulder blades and back.

These marks were not uniform, but scattered as though inflicted intentionally, patch after patch.

His back was densely covered with centipede–like scars, crawling across every inch of skin–a truly horrifying sight.

Athena wasn’t frightened by those scars. They only made her heart ache. Athena turned to Trina and said, “You may leave for now.”

Trina, realizing her lapse in composure, quickly apologized, “Lady Athena, I’m not afraid. I just can’t bear seeing Lord Ferris suffer so much.”

“Yes, Lady Athena” Trina set down what she was carrying and withdrew

Athena took a deep breath, fancing down the storm of emotions inside hex With steady hands, she picked up the silver needles and gently inserted them into Ferris’s acupoints.

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