Chapter 79

Williams’s awakening was not gentle. Her phone vibrated relentlessly against the sheets, drilling through the fog in her skull. She tried, purely from instinct, to lift her injured hand, but it remained heavy and inert. With a grunt of frustration, she used her left hand to snag the device. She did not bother reading Makizal’s cascade of frantic messages. She pressed the call button instead.

“Madam?”

“What is it?” Williams demanded, her voice sandpaper-rough from sleep and anger.

“The lawyer…” Makizal hesitated. “She showed up at the hospital this morning. Polo told me she insisted on seeing Evelyn’s agreement, but he informed her she needed to wait for your return.”

Williams remained silent, the word agreement a harsh reminder of the humiliation she had endured the night before. The forced spoon-feeding. The wrestling. The porn audio. Her mind, however, was already locking into the cold, strategic calculation that defined Niran Williams.

“Madam? Are you still there?”

“Listen,” Williams commanded, her voice leveling into an icy plateau. “The cameras you installed at her place… remove them. All of them. I will give you a key. You will deliver it to her personally, with my regards.”

The gift of the key was a final gesture of reclaiming dominance, an acknowledgment of Evelyn’s temporary authority within the household.

“And, Madam, the police?”

“Tell them to address Mr. Polo if they need anything. I will communicate through Him.”

“Understood.”

OH YES. Williams was back. Her ideas were clear, precise, and her responses calculated. She hung up, a small, grim smile touching her lips. The external threats were contained.

Now she could start her day.

But before she even stood, a voice sounded from the hallway. “Williams, your breakfast is ready.”

That was Evelyn’s standing behind the thick mahogany door. She didn’t open it. Not this time.

Was she terrified of being surprised again? Williams thoughtt, as the image of that rebel’s shocked face flashed through her mind, tightening her chest.

“Doctor Williams?” Evelyn knocked lightly. The sound was timid. Careful.

Williams looked at the door, forcing her expression into rigid neutrality. “I’m coming.”

“Alright.” She retreated.

In the shower, Williams performed a meticulous, one-handed wash. Before the mirror, she studied her reflection: the faint exhaustion beneath her eyes, the familiar mask of control.

Whatever the cost, she had to regain her hand; she had to use it, and that meant returning to Evelyn’s method, but this time on her own terms.

She dressed in a loose satin top and matching pants. Before heading to the dining room.

When she arrived, she found Evelyn setting the table, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

“Good morning,” Williams said.

“Good morning,” Evelyn replied, her movements suddenly jerky.

Williams sat down, watching her intently. Show no stress, no weakness, she repeated her mantra. It was utterly useless. Evelyn’s ardent avoidance spoke volumes.

“Do you need anything else?” Evelyn finally asked, placing a bowl of creamy soup on the table.

“Thank you,” Williams said, her tone unexpectedly relaxed. She then held out the silk rope she had brought with her. “Tie me up, like yesterday.”

Evelyn froze mid-motion. A small breath escaped her.

“You want us to… I mean…” Evelyn stammered, visibly flustered by the doctor’s voluntary request for bondage.

“Yes. Tie me up.”

“Oh. Alright.”

As Evelyn stepped closer, Williams felt the heat radiating from her body, a burning sensation. Her hands trembled, not out of fear, but of something heavier, warmer, and more complicated. Their knuckles brushed during the process. Finally, when Evelyn sat opposite her, she focused awkwardly on the pristine tablecloth.

Williams closed her eyes, repeating her internal mantra. Relax. Unwind. Let go.

“I’ll start feeding you then,” Evelyn whispered, lifting the spoon.

“Go ahead,” Williams replied, her brow furrowed with cold, clinical determination.

Evelyn brought the first spoonful to Williams’s mouth. This time, Williams opened her lips immediately. The intimate ritual began again, but now it was Williams who was directing it, using her vulnerability as a surgical tool. She fixed her gaze on her inert arm, forcing herself to relax, while Evelyn’s eyes darted nervously between Williams’s face, her open mouth, and the useless hand.

The silence grew heavy. Despite her focus, it failed.

Williams finally understood. She could not succeed while her mind remained cluttered with last night’s shame. She had to speak, to neutralize the humiliation.

“I don’t watch adult films,” Williams said, breaking the tension, swallowing sharply. “What you heard…”

Evelyn cut her off as she dipped the spoon back into the soup. “You don’t have to justify your private life to me, Doctor.”

The implied insinuation was deafening.

“I’m telling you, it’s not what you think. I’m not a pervert.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Having urges. It’s human.”

“Enough!” Williams snapped, her voice rising as the facade cracked. “You like talking shit, don’t you?” she paused. “You know what, think whatever you want.”

“We didn’t have to talk about it. Eat and concentrate on your hand,” Evelyn said, attempting to restore calm.

After a brief silence.

“In any case,” Evelyn continued, the subtext heavy with unspoken mischief, “I’m sorry for bursting into your room like that. If I had known you were watching that kind of movie…”

Williams inhaled deeply, the steam from the soup filling her lungs. She raised her head and locked eyes with Evelyn. “You are not going to start again.” She paused, then counterattacked, desperate to deflect. “Suppose that was the case. Don’t play the saint either, Miss Evelyn.”

“I have never watched that kind of thing. It’s… disgusting.”

Williams smirked, her expression cruel and cold. “What, you preferred the practical approach with Jack?”

Evelyn’s hand froze mid-air. “You went through my messages.”

“Enough to see that your little boyfriend is still chasing after you while you play hard to get. Instead of clinging to the child of an unknown father, why not abort and get back with him?”

The spoon clattered sharply against the porcelain bowl.

“For your information, it only lasted a week,” Evelyn said quietly, fury trembling in every word. “And that was very inappropriate of you to do that. Do you even know what an invasion of privacy is? After seeing so many naked bodies, consenting or not, you have lost all sense of boundaries.”

She picked the spoon back up, breathless.

Williams fell silent, her mouth full from the last spoonful Evelyn had forced into it. She waited until the emotional tide receded before asking the final question, quieter and genuine.

“Why did you break up with this Jack? was it because of your pregnancy?”

“No. The relationship was a mistake.” Evelyn shook her head, focusing on the soup. “When he proposed, I was drunk. I should not have accepted.”

“And it took you a week to sober up?”

“What?”

“You said it only lasted a week.”

Evelyn’s eyes flickered. The mask of exasperation slipped, revealing something naked, complex. “No. But… it was a mistake.”

“Why was it a mistake?” Williams pressed, dodging the spoon as Evelyn tried to feed her again.

“It’s personal.”

“Should I conduct deeper research on you?”

Evelyn’s voice finally dropped. “Because I… I like women. I mean… but I…”

Williams suddenly froze. Her body went rigid. The world tilted violently on its axis. The kitchen’s bright light became a blinding, crushing force. A profound dizziness overwhelmed her, striking not her inner ear, but the deepest, most sealed-off compartments of her consciousness.

She shook her head nervously, a desperate bid for reality, then her vision dissolved into static. She lost consciousness, slumping forward.

“Williams! Niran!” Evelyn cried, scrambling out of her chair.

If only Evelyn knew that this single, casually spoken sentence had served as a psychological key, unlocking an arid, deeply traumatized compartment in Williams’s mind. A compartment tightly sealed by Madam Roger for a specific reason.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The past had resurfaced, and Williams was its casualty.

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