Lord Protector Novel

“You!” Mdm. Williams’ anger was breaking through her skull. She hurled the phone onto the floor.

“Like mother like son! Is this heartless lot even one of us? We shall see. Now that Theodore Luna and the Sullivans are after him, it won’t be long before he sees his grave! Did she say our family can never compare to that brat? What a joke!”

Over on the other side, Faith contently hung up the phone.

Of course. He is my son. He is so much more than just an abandoned child the Williamses take him for. Well done, my son! You’ve finally avenged all my years of suffering and shame. At least I made the right decision defending and saving you.

Faith Sullivan was incarcerated in the Sullivans’ dungeon.

She spent her days in loneliness, not knowing day and night. Her only companion was a little window that connected her to the outside world.

But her predicament did not diminish her joy.

The Sullivans wanted to take Zeke’s life. They were afraid that Faith and Diego would frustrate their plan, so they had them both in chains.

She came to the narrow window, eager to share her joy with her husband. “Diego! Zeke just made the Williams family go down on their knees!” She shouted at the cell opposite hers. “Our son is still standing strong. He did it!” Faith could not conceal the excitement in her voice.

“Our son... He did it!” A distant and frail voice echoed in relief. “He has brought the family honor.”

But Faith’s joy was short-lived. Reality reminded her of the imminent threat her son was facing—the Sullivans wanted him dead.

“I’m afraid Zeke would lose his life to the Sullivans,” she mumbled. “I’m so sorry I can’t be there to protect you.” The worried mother thought of her son.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Faith,” the exhausted voice from the distant cell replied, “Don’t you remember that I still have something on them? I will use it against them, even if it means I’ll lose my life!”

But before he could continue, Diego coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The overwhelming emotion was not doing his body good.

Faith’s heart wrenched as she listened. “Diego, I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”

“I don’t care if I die, as long as my son can live on and take them down!” Diego said. He felt more blood gush up into his mouth, but it did not bother him. His son was all that mattered.

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Theodore had been keeping a close eye on Lacey for the past few days.

Lacey would not survive John’s curse. Even if she did not die of aging because of the curse, she would be old and wrinkly, living her whole life in misery.

But much to Theodore’s surprise, everything was unexpectedly quiet over on Zeke’s end, as if everything were okay.

It was only after he did some digging that he found out that not only was Lacey alive and well—she was as beautiful as ever.

Her complexion had even improved!

What on earth is going on?

Don’t tell me Zeke Williams found her a cure.

No, that’s impossible. This poison has no antidote to it, not in the entire world.

Even the best toxicologist in the world would need years to figure out a cure for this poison.

Seven days? That’s not even possible.

Unless what Zeke said was true.

Did Lacey Hinton’s body really neutralize the poison on its own?

Does she have superpowers?

None of his speculations satisfied his curiosity. The question bugged him so much he lost his appetite and could only take a bowl of porridge.

But before he could even finish it, he felt an unbearable pain in his stomach.

He groaned and grappled with the pain, but it overcame him. He fell to the ground with a thump.

The pain intensified by the second.

In less than five minutes, he felt as if the pain was mercilessly ripping his intestines apart inch by inch.

What is going on?

It suddenly dawned upon Theodore. Yes, everything makes sense now.

It occurred to him that Harry’s corpse was just a bait to lure him out.

When Zeke was confronting him, Zeke had touched him several times without even him noticing.

Don’t tell me that darn devil used the curse on me!