Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 110

110 Chapter 110 – Loyalty’s Brutal Price

Eamon Greene stood unwavering at the entrance to Liam Knight’s villa, arms crossed firmly over his chest. The sun beat down mercilessly, highlighting the tension on his face as he stared down the imposing figure of Asher Lane.

“Move aside, guard dog,” Asher commanded, his silk robes rippling in the gentle breeze. His lips curved into a cruel smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “I won’t ask

again.”

I squared my shoulders, ignoring the sweat trickling down my spine. “As I’ve said, Young Lord Lane, Master Knight is not receiving visitors. Please return another day.”

Asher’s eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “You dare to refuse me? Do you have any idea

who I am?”

“I know exactly who you are.” I kept my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart. “It changes nothing.”

One of Asher’s attendants stepped forward, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek. “Young Lord Lane is a second–rank Master of Inner Strength. What are you?

Seventh–rank at best?”

I said nothing. They weren’t wrong.

Asher circled me like a predator, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Such loyalty is admirable but misplaced. Don’t throw away your life for someone who wouldn’t do the

same for you.”

“My orders are clear,” I replied. “No one enters while Master Knight is in seclusion.”

The young lord stopped circling and faced me directly. His power radiated off him in waves, making the air around us feel heavy. “Let me be perfectly clear. I am going to enter this villa and speak with Liam Knight. The only question is whether you’ll be

conscious when I do.”

I planted my feet more firmly on the ground. Master Knight had trusted me with this responsibility. I wouldn’t fail him.

“No.”

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The word hung in the air for a brief moment before Asher’s face contorted with rage. Without warning, his hand shot out, fingers stiff as blades, aimed directly at my throat.

I barely had time to raise my arm in defense before his strike connected. Pain exploded through my forearm as I felt the bone crack. The force sent me staggering backward, but I managed to stay on my feet.

“Pathetic,” Asher spat. “Is this really the best protection Liam Knight could afford?”

I straightened up, ignoring the throbbing pain. My arm hung limply at my side, clearly broken. “I stand by my oath.”

Asher’s face darkened. “Then you’ll fall by it too.”

He moved with frightening speed, his foot connecting with my chest. The impact lifted me off my feet and sent me crashing into the villa’s stone wall. The air left my lungs in a rush, and I slid to the ground, gasping.

Black spots danced in my vision as I struggled to breathe. Through the haze of pain, I saw Asher approaching, his attendants watching with amused expressions.

“Get up,” Asher commanded. When I didn’t move quickly enough, he grabbed my collar and yanked me to my feet. “I want you to kneel and apologize for wasting my time.”

I met his gaze, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. “No.”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “No?” The pressure of his qi intensified around me, crushing down on my shoulders like an invisible weight. “KNEEL!”

My legs trembled under the force of his power. Sweat poured down my face as I fought to remain standing. Every muscle in my body screamed for relief.

“I… will not… kneel,” I managed through gritted teeth.

Asher’s face twisted with fury. He delivered a swift kick to my knee, causing it to buckle backward with a sickening crack. I couldn’t suppress the scream that tore from my throat as I collapsed.

“There,” Asher said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Was that so difficult?”

I lay on the ground, my breathing ragged, pain radiating through my entire body. My broken arm, my shattered knee, my cracked ribs–every breath was agony. But Master Knight had trusted me with his safety during his most vulnerable moment.

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“Young Lord,” one of the attendants called, pointing toward the villa. “Look at that glow from the window. Could it be… the Knotweed?”

Asher’s head snapped toward the building, his eyes widening. “The Knotweed? Here?” His expression morphed from anger to greedy excitement. “That explains his seclusion. The fool probably doesn’t even know what he has.”

He turned back to me, his foot coming down hard on my chest. “You’ve wasted enough of my time, guard dog. If Liam Knight is using the Knotweed for cultivation, I need to stop him before he ruins its potential.”

As he turned toward the villa entrance, I summoned every ounce of strength I had left. Dragging myself forward, I grabbed his ankle with my good hand.

“You… shall not… pass,” I wheezed, blood spraying from my lips with each word.

Asher looked down at me with incredulous disgust. “Still? You’re more animal than man.” He shook his leg, trying to dislodge my grip, but I held on with desperate strength.

“Let go!” he snarled, kicking at my face with his free foot.

My vision exploded in white pain as his boot connected with my jaw. I felt teeth loosen, tasted fresh blood, but I maintained my grip. My consciousness wavered, darkness creeping at the edges of my sight.

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