Book TRK
Chapter 233 Being Abandoned
Chapter 233 Being Abandoned
Richard's POV:
I stormed back to the palace angrily. I felt as though my chest was about to explode. Damn it! I couldn't believe that my father actually scolded me in front of Rufus. How humiliating!
Rufus must've felt so smug now. He probably viewed me as some circus monkey that could be toyed with. How could I have become the laughing stock of the family?
This was all because of that bitch, Lucy! If she hadn't cheated on me, I wouldn't have been in this situation.
"Prince Richard, please have some fried pork chop. Lady Lucy cooked it herself." Just then, a servant approached me with a plate.
I was so angry that I yanked the plate out of his hands and dumped its contents on his head. "I had Lucy locked up. Who allowed you to let her out?"
The servant was shocked. Black sauce dripped from his head and onto the expensive carpet we were standing on. Trembling, he didn't dare to clean himself up. "It... it was Lady Lucy who ordered us to open the door."
"So you just obeyed her? Are you her slave?!" I cursed and kicked him to the floor. "Where is she?" "She... she's in the kitchen." I left him in the dust and stomped towards the kitchen. There, I found Lucy standing to the side, instructing a maid who was cooking some food in a pot.
Thinking about the pork chop, I gritted my teeth angrily. That bitch had the audacity to lie that she had cooked it herself.
"Lucy! Who the hell allowed you to come out of the confinement room?" I grabbed her by the wrist and started dragging her away.
Fearful for their lives, the servants didn't dare to utter a word and simply scurried out like mice.
Lucy stumbled as I yanked her. "Let go of me!"
I glared at her and continued to drag her towards the confinement room.
"Richard!" Lucy opened her mouth wide and bit down on my hand—hard.
Enraged, I slapped her across the face and threw her on the floor. "You shameless bitch! Touching you could only make my hands dirty!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you just now. It's just, I was about to fall..." Lucy said meekly, holding her hand up to her swollen cheek.
What the hell?! Lucy was an arrogant she-wolf. Did it take a beating for her to actually apologize to me? It took me a while before it dawned on me that she was up to something.
"Are you hurt?" Lucy stood up and approached me, concern written all over her face.
"I'm fine." With a cold face, I didn't stop her, because I wanted to see what exactly she was up to.
"Oh, that's good." Lucy smiled and looked at me cautiously. "Kyle—"
At the mention of that damned name, I instantly flew into a rage. "How dare you say that name?!" But Lucy was stubborn. "How is he? I'm sorry for what I did to you, but please tell me how Kyle's doing. Can you take me to see him?"
I was so angry that I actually felt dizzy. I kicked her away and roared, "He's a dead man! He was sentenced to death. Didn't you know that? Do you still want to see your lover? You'll have to die first. You can see him in hell!"
"What?! No! Please have mercy on him!" Lucy burst into tears and knelt at my feet, begging like mad. Her slim body looked particularly thin, probably from being tortured the past few days.
I felt sick to my stomach, as though I had just been force fed a fly. I used to treat her somewhat decently, but now, decency seemed completely unnecessary.
I shoved her away coldly. "You should think about how to atone for your sins. You humiliated me in front of so many werewolves! How dare you beg me now?"
"I'll do whatever you want, just let Kyle go. Please!" Lucy sobbed and pleaded, stripped of any semblance of dignity. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
"In that case... I can arrange a script for you. You will sacrifice your life in exchange for your mate." I smiled sardonically and whispered in her ear, "Then at least you can die a somewhat honorable death."
"You're insane!" Lucy pushed me away with all her strength. Eyes wide, she asked in disbelief, "You want to kill me? Aren't you afraid of falling out with my father?"
I laughed and my eyes twinkled with amusement. "It was your father who proposed this script."