The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 402

Henry barely spared Matthew a glance before coldly instructing the servants to carry him back to his quarters. On the other hand, he ordered the physician to bring a medical kit to Nicolas’s room.

Fiona remained confined to her courtyard, forbidden from stepping outside.

With all the uproar outside today, Fiona was bound to have caught wind of things.

Fiona was worried sick about Athena, but with her own hands tied, there was nothing she could do to help.

Just as Fiona was growing more and more anxious, Nicolas was carried back, battered and unconscious.

“Lady Fiona, Lord Nicolas is injured!” Sirena scurried into the room, her voice reaching them before she did.

Fiona hurriedly tucked the blanket around her child and rushed out of the room. “What happened?” she asked anxiously.

Sirena quickly gave Fiona a rundown of the whole situation.

After hearing everything, Fiona asked, “How badly is he hurt?”

“They’re just superficial wounds. It looks worse than it is with all that blood, but it’s nothing serious,” Sirena said.

Fiona inexplicably felt a wave of relief wash over her.. “So that means Athena is unharmed.”

Sirena had accompanied Fiona to the Monson estate when Fiona got married. Ever since, she’d kept a close eye on how Nicolas treated Fiona.

Hearing Fiona’s question, Sirena felt an unexpected surge of delight. She replied, “Don’t worry, Lady Athena is perfectly safe. With Prince Xander protecting her, who would dare lay a finger on her?”

Fiona’s face broke into a relieved smile. “Thank goodness…thank goodness,” she murmured.

Seeing that Fiona had no intention of visiting Nicolas, Sirena gently reminded her, “He is the Lord, after all, Lady Fiona. It would be best for you to go and see him…even if it’s just for show.”

Fiona returned to her child’s side and said in an even tone that barely concealed her resentment, “I’m confined to my quarters. Without my husband’s direct orders, who would dare let me out?”

“You’re right,” Sirena said gently. “You’ve grown quite thin these days, Lady Fiona. Let me stew some chicken soup to nourish you.”

“Mm,” Fiona responded absently, though a wave of restlessness churned within her.

Fiona used to love Nicolas, but after seeing how cold and heartless he could be, that love slowly faded away. Even now, just being near him fills her with a bone–chilling dread.

When Nicolas had looked at Fiona that day, his eyes had been savage and ruthless, brimming with murderous intent.

Sometimes, Fiona wondered if Nicolas would have killed her if she had not yielded that day.

For the past few nights, she has been haunted by nightmares. In her nightmare, Nicolas plunged a dagger into her chest, his face twisted with murderous rage. It was a truly terrifying sight.

Eloise rushed over the moment she heard the news.

Only a few attending servants were present in Nicolas’s chamber. Fiona was conspicuously absent.

Eloise’s face clouded with displeasure as she demanded sharply, “Outrageous! My son Nicolas is so badly injured. How dare Lady Fiona not come at once?”

Eloise believed strongly that a woman’s husband was her sovereign lord and that a woman was expected to obey her husband in a marriage.

In Eloise’s eyes, Nicolas should be Fiona’s entire world. Fiona ought to practice wifely submission and serve him with unwavering dedication.

It was no wonder Eloise was so furious when Fiona did not even show her face when Nicolas was so gravely injured.

An elderly servant stepped forward and whispered to Eloise, “Lady Fiona has been confined to her quarters on Lord Nicolas’s order and is not permitted to leave.”

Eloise’s brows knitted. “Since when has she been confined? Why wasn’t I informed?”

“Lady Fiona has been going out too often lately, which displeased Lord Nicolas, so he had her confined to her quarters.”

Eloise murmured, “Is that so? Go and summon her. Make it clear it’s my command.”

The servant acknowledged and hurried off.

Before long, Fiona arrived. But she did not come alone. She was holding Cedric in her arms.

Fiona entered, followed by her maids and elderly servants. As soon as Fiona stepped inside, she curtsied and respectfully greeted, “Mother–in–law.”

Before Fiona arrived, she had deliberately removed all her hair ornaments. She also changed into a plain dress and wiped away her makeup, presenting a stark contrast to her usual glamorous self.

Eloise took one look at Fiona’s haggard face and couldn’t bring herself to scold her. Instead, she said in a gentler tone, “Nicolas is injured now. Those clumsy servants can’t tend to him as well as you can. You’ll need to take over for a while. Focus on nursing him back to health first.”