Capítulo 23: Drink It
Agatha was livid when she heard Lawrence repeatedly humiliating and insulting her as if he hadn't done enough damage to her already.
Back then, she wanted to struggle, but could she resist?
She– who had no mana core or strength to resist, could only close her eyes and endure the pain of being violated.
Worse, the bastard even sent someone to threaten that her mother would be buried alive if she dared to retaliate or do anything else.
She had thought the nightmare would be over now that five months had gone by, but who would have thought he would reappear again.
"Let me guess, you're just here to re-enjoy yourself from that moment, right?" Agatha sneered coldly, her eyes were beyond furious.
"If so, then go right ahead, but don't think I will ever submit to you." She then said, closing her eyes and spreading her arms wide, a clear indication that she was going to be vulnerable now and allowed him to do as he pleased.
Who told her to be poor?
Who told her to be weak?
She could only resign to her fate that no one was capable of helping her. If she were to resist, then how would she be able to live if Lawrence truly buried her mother alive?
Her mother had always taken care of her, so even if she had gotten some weird illness, she was unwilling to let her die and sought help everywhere. It was just a shame that most people were heartless and refused to assist her, having known about her past.
Not to mention, even when someone did offer to help her, they were filled with vile intentions, wanting to violate her, but dared not due to Lawrence's deed.
How hilarious was that?
The very man that violated her, had now become her savior at the same time because those people were afraid that Lawrence might seek revenge on them for indirectly cuckolding him.
As all these thoughts were being processed in Agatha, she was confused as to why she hadn't felt that disgusting man's touch all over her yet.
Opening her eyes slowly, she realized Lawrence was no longer in front of her. Instead, he was by her mother's bed and seemingly touching her hand.
"Don't you dare!" Panicked struck her as she grabbed the chair that she was sitting on and attempted to use it to smack Lawrence in the head.
Alas, was Lawrence such a fool to leave his back vulnerable for others to attack?
With a simple mana manipulation, Lawrence was able to detain Agatha in place. As for the chair, it was suspended in mid-air, unable to move a single inch.
Mana was such a great blessing to this world, and to this date, Lawrence was still unable to believe that the mana they could manipulate would be so pathetic toward the demon beasts.
Gods or Goddesses were truly impartial. Where there are blessings for a race, there would be other blessings for another race to balance things.
It was as if they were trying to balance the world with their balancing scale, ensuring that it was equal.
"You can relax yourself, Agatha." Lawrence softly spoke.
"If I'm trying to harm your mother, then do you think you would have a chance to even stop me?" He then asked, bringing some sense to her.
With the large differences between their skills, Agatha would be far from enough to even stop Lawrence. And even if she mustered every single strength of her, it would still be a futile effort.
Just like right now, where she was currently immovable because of Lawrence's mana shackling her limbs.
Okay, that might sound a bit weird since we always have weird people thinking very dirty and naughty stuff.
No, this is not some BDSM work, but merely a detainment for Agatha.
Please get your brain out of the gutter if you are this type of weird person.
As for those who weren't thinking of such things, pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself for being somewhat decent and pure.
And seeing how Agatha didn't respond to him, Lawrence was silently lamenting. He might have restrained her with mana, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to talk. It was just that she chose not to reply to him.
Though it was understandable why she wouldn't want to converse with someone like him, who had done such horrible things to her.
"As for Agatha's mother…" Lawrence wanted to call her name but realized he had no recollection of it.
That was just how much of a scum he was to not even know the name of her mother.
"I can cure you, and you can stop the glaring at me. I only have one condition for curing you, allowing you to regain your voice and healthy body." Lawrence stated, extremely straightforward.
"Bastard, what kind of schemes are you trying to pull this time?" Agatha, who was finally unable to control herself, shouted furiously.
Getting up from the chair and ignoring the fierce expression from Agatha's mother.
Lawrence turned around to face Agatha and slowly took out the very same Aetherforge Elixir that he had gotten from Ezekiel.
The vibrant purple color of it seemed to have scared Agatha slightly, given that it seemed no different than poison.
And Lawrence can't blame her for mistaking it as such. Potions were usually red-colored, and never purple, given that purple are usually resembling poison or toxic types.
But that was just a stereotype thinking, and believing every purple color was synonymous with it were such fools who refused to improve and educate themselves.
"What? You're getting cold feet now?" Lawrence chuckled softly and taunted her for flashing a somewhat terrified expression.
Opening the glass container, Lawrence said, "Drink it and I'll cure your mother. Otherwise, you can slowly watch your mother's health deteriorate to a point of no return. At that time, you can feel immeasurable guilt that because of your cowardice, you have refused to take the chance to have your mother cured."
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Idczhen
Idczhen Lawrence: I know you all must be judging me, but listen, she hates me and the only way to get her to listen was to use something she cares about. I know I deserve zero sympathy, but you need to understand that I'm a changed man. Give me a teensy tiny little bit of chance for redemption.
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