Chapter 39 Chapter 39. Zoria’s Broken Body and Sight
Zoria gathered all her strength and drove her fingers straight into the wound, then forced them even deeper. Blood flowed along her pale fingers and ran down to her wrist. The pain made her bend forward, her voice trembling as she said, "Zephyr, is this enough now? If you still do not feel satisfied, then kill me with your own hands. I only beg you to spare my other family members."
Her final words were so weak they almost dissolved into the air, carrying an unmistakable tremor.
Zoria could not see her own wound, but she could clearly feel the blood pouring out without stopping.
When Zephyr did not respond, she assumed her show of sincerity was still not enough. Gritting her teeth, she gathered her strength again and prepared to thrust her fingers even deeper into her abdomen.
Just as her fingers went past two thirds of the way in, a hand suddenly seized her wrist, the grip so strong it felt as if it might crush her bones.
Zoria froze. She opened her empty eyes wide and instinctively turned toward Zephyr, her gaze full of confusion and disbelief.
"Zoria, do not use these filthy tricks to threaten me." Zephyr’s voice was cold and mocking. "I have seen this kind of thing too many times. What you are doing is boring and stupid. Do not think that if you die, I will spare your father and Evander."
Zoria was stunned, panic surging through her. She could almost feel Zephyr’s icy gaze sweeping inch by inch across her face, as if he wanted to freeze her into shards of ice. Her body trembled. She lowered her head, her breathing thick and heavy with a nasal sound.
Zephyr tightened his grip and roughly yanked her hand out of the wound. "The more you want to die, the less I will let you have your way."
Zephyr truly was cold blooded and ruthless. Even her desire to die was something he would not permit.
Zoria stared wide eyed as tears streamed down her face. Not because of emotion, but because she was truly in pain. Her stomach hurt, her head hurt, her heart hurt, even her eyes hurt. In her entire life she had never endured such pain, yet now she tasted every kind of suffering at once. How could she not cry?
Zephyr ignored her tears. In his memory, Zoria was nothing more than a weak, tearful Omega who cried at the slightest trouble, so timid she barely seemed like a werewolf at all. He seemed to have forgotten the bright, clear look she once had.
The doctor was called into the room again. When he saw the bloodstained bed, his heart jumped violently. He glanced at Zephyr, then helplessly stitched the wound, stopped the bleeding, and applied fresh bandages. This time, he could not even be bothered to scold Zephyr.
Zoria was clearly conscious, yet she looked no different from a corpse. She lay motionless on the bed, allowing the doctor to treat her.
The doctor could not help glancing at Zoria once more. Her eyes were dark and lifeless, without the slightest spark. The more he looked, the more frightened he became.
He waved a hand lightly in front of her eyes. Her pupils showed no reaction at all.
This was…
"Check her eyes. See if they can still be saved. If not, then forget it." Zephyr’s indifferent voice sounded from beside him.
As expected, Zoria had already lost her sight. The doctor let out a sigh, his heart filled with guilt toward her.
Zoria was transferred to the ophthalmology department. The conclusion was that she had temporary blindness caused by intense stimulation to the brain, combined with excessive crying that damaged her retina.
She could not continue crying. Otherwise, she would go blind permanently.
The doctor reported this conclusion to Zephyr and warned him as well. Zephyr was silent for a moment before finally deciding to preserve Zoria’s eyesight.
In the future, Zoria would still have to carry his offspring. Having her eyes would make things far more convenient.
"Mr. Hawthorne, please calm the patient and do not stimulate her into crying."
"I know."
Because she could not see, Zoria could only rely on her hearing to sense her surroundings. The hospital room was frighteningly quiet. Her tears overflowed again, soaking the bandages wrapped around her eyes.
The sound of footsteps from outside the door made her nerves tighten instantly. Before the figure even came close, she already knew it was Zephyr.
Zephyr walked in and glanced at the Omega curled up under the blanket. He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to lift Zoria’s thin face, and examined her from left to right.
Seeing that the bandages over her eyes were already soaked, he frowned. Zoria sensed his displeasure and hurriedly held back her tears. She did not dare pull her head back under the blanket, her body stiff and tense.
"Why are you crying again?"
Zoria did not answer. Zephyr lightly touched her brow. "Zoria, the doctor said if you keep crying, your eyes will go completely blind. Do you want to be blind?"
Zoria bit down hard on her lower lip. Her tear glands were stimulated again, hot tears burning painfully at her eyes.
When he saw the bandages growing wetter, Zephyr said coldly, "If you go blind, you will never see your father again."
There was no doubt this was another threat. The words "never see again" from Zephyr’s mouth had only one meaning. Death.
Zephyr pinched Zoria’s chin, his gaze dark and oppressive. "Do not think about killing yourself. Let me tell you this. If I ever see you hurting yourself again, I will torture your father. In prison, inmates beating each other until arms or legs break is perfectly normal."
Zoria’s body shrank in on itself. The tears in her eyes stopped abruptly. She had once wanted to die together with the life in her womb, but she could not. For her father’s sake, she had to keep living in this hell.
She felt it clearly. The true purgatory of the world had only just begun, and Zephyr was her executioner.
"Do you understand me, Zoria?" His low voice sent a chill down her spine.
Zoria nodded and asked hoarsely, "As long as I obey you, will you spare my father and Evander?"
Even at this point, Zoria was still trying to protect Evander. How could Zephyr believe there was nothing improper between them?
A flash of cold killing intent passed through Zephyr’s eyes. "Zoria, you are not qualified to bargain with me."
Just as he was about to release her chin, Zoria suddenly grabbed his hand. Her pale fingers trembled as they clutched tightly onto Zephyr.