The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 242

Richard's POV:

"Send some men downstairs, and tell them to guard the area heavily," I said to the guards. Then I went straight to Lucy's room.

The big room was dark and gloomy. It was full of the smell of smoke.

I subconsciously frowned when I saw Lucy lying sickly on the bed. Her eyes were half-closed, and I sensed that she was indifferent to my arrival. Susan was next to her, checking on her.

I walked to the window and drew the heavy curtains, letting the sunlight come in instantly.

Lucy squinted her eyes. It seemed that she was afraid of seeing the light. She groaned and immediately turned her back to the light.

I snorted coldly, "You're going to die soon. Why are you still making trouble?"

Since I locked Lucy up, she had been making trouble every now and then, asking for a doctor. I knew she was just looking for an opportunity to escape. But I had already sent my men to guard the building heavily. Even a fly couldn't get out, let alone her, a living she-wolf.

But today, she was a little sensible. She didn't clamor for Kyle as soon as she saw me.

When I saw the cigarette butts on the floor, I felt a little amused. "It seems that you don't care about your baby that much."

Lucy still ignored me. She looked lifeless.

When I approached her bed, Susan stood up, bowed to me, and was about to leave.

But I held her wrist to stop her. I wanted to ask her if Lucy was really ill or not. But before I could say anything, she trembled, and her face instantly turned pale.

Her reaction surprised me. Why was she so afraid of me? But after thinking about it, I realized that it was only normal for a civilian doctor to be afraid since she rarely saw a real aristocrat.

Lucy's face turned pale at once. She glared at me fiercely as if she wanted to kill me.

I was very satisfied with her reaction. I couldn't help but feel at ease every time I saw her angry. This was the only way I could vent my anger.

I stopped talking nonsense with her and waved to the two guards behind me, beckoning them to come over. One of them approached Lucy with a syringe in his hand.

I could see from Lucy's eyes that she was terrified. She climbed down from the other side of the bed and fell to the floor in a panic. "Richard! What are you doing? God will punish you!"

I sneered, "Meetingyou is already my retribution." Lucy tried to escape, but she was restrained by the other guard. She kept screaming and struggling, but her strength was no match for the two werewolves. The guard with the syringe injected the liquid into her body. In a few seconds, she fainted.

"Go take her away," I ordered coldly.