The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Henry’s gaze toward Eloise grew even colder.

He had thought it was Athena who failed to discipline her servants, but now realized it was Eloise’s negligence.

He thought, “To think she has given Athena such an impudent wretch who knew no bounds!‘

He waved his hand impatiently and commanded sternly, “Drag her out and have her beaten to death.”

Henry had spoken, so Aliza was doomed.

The servants moved in to seize her. Aliza shrieked in terror, struggling desperately, “No! Please have mercy on me!”

She dropped to her knees, kowtowing frantically and stammering incoherently, “I’m carrying Matthew’s child! You can’t kill me, you can’t…”

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was frozen in shock, staring in utter disbelief, utterly stunned by the sudden revelation.

Even Athena couldn’t help but look at Aliza.

‘Impressive!‘ Athena thought to herself.

In utter horror, Matthew stared at Aliza, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Matthew’s lips trembled as he stared at her, stammering in disbelief, “How… how is this possible?”

‘It was only a few times… How could she possibly be pregnant?‘ he thought in shock.

Matthew felt a chill run through his entire body. He thought, ‘I haven’t even married a proper wife yet, but I’ve already had an affair with a maid, and now there’s a child!

‘What high–born lady in Pidence City would ever consent to marry me now?

‘My promising future… it’s all going to be utterly ruined by this bastard child.

Henry and Eloise looked as if they’d just been struck by lightning, frozen in place, unable to recover from the shock for what felt like ages.

Even Nicolas, typically calm and composed, had finally reached his breaking point.

Nicolas strode over to Matthew, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him hard in the face.“You utter fool!” he roared. “Are you trying to be the death of us all?”

The punch landed with full force, snapping Matthew’s head to the side. Instantly, blood trickled from the corner of his

mouth.

But he didn’t dare resist at all. Instead, he clutched desperately at Nicolas’s robe, sobbing, “Nicolas, I didn’t mean to! Please, you have to save me!”

Nicolas slapped him across the face, his eyes bloodshot with rage. “You fool!” he snarled. “This isn’t just your future you’ve ruined, you’ve brought shame upon the entire Monson family! And mark my words, I’ll be dragged down with you!”

Before he could finish, Nicolas jabbed a finger toward Willow’s chamber, his face twisted in anguish. He cried, “How utterly blameless Willow is! Because of you, she’s been dragged into this and become the laughingstock of Pidence City. How will

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she ever live this down?”

Matthew slumped to the ground, silently weeping, his head bowed to his chest like a defeated rooster.

Suddenly, a murderous look flashed in his eyes. Losing all control, he roared, “No! This child must not be born, it will ruin

me!”

With that, Matthew suddenly lunged at Aliza, his hands locking around her throat like iron vises. His face twisted with madness as he snarled, “If she dies, all my problems will be solved! Die! Just die already!”

No one could have predicted Matthew would snap like that.

Matthew’s hands clamped down on Aliza’s throat like iron vises. Her face instantly flushed crimson as she gasped for air, mouth open in a silent plea, but his unrelenting grip cut off every breath.

Within moments, her eyes rolled back in their sockets as consciousness began to fade.

Eloise snapped out of her horror and commanded urgently, “Pull him away! Get him off her now!”

Aliza deserved to die, but not by Matthew’s hands.

The Monson family’s family teachings, which were passed down through generations, were strict and solemn. Among these cardinal rules was the sacred decree, which stated that the bloodline was supreme.

This inviolable law, set by their forebears, forbid any harm to a Monson heir. Violators shall suffer divine retribution.

For generations, the Monson family struggled to maintain their lineage, with only a single heir in each of the past three generations, making the continuation of the family line precarious.

Only with Nicolas’s generation did the family finally see a modest resurgence.