The Masked prince
Chapter 233: Outbrust

Chapter 233: Outbrust

Raphael looked completely sinister as he stared down at Evelyn.

"If I am letting you stay alive, that doesn’t mean that you should forget your place ...you wh**e. I am not one of those two men who are going to hear whatever you would spout!"

Saying this, Raphael kicked Evelyn again who covered her head and curled herself so that his foot would not hit any sensitive place.

Raphael kicked her twice again before he looked calm.

But he still had a cold expression on his face as he stared down at Evelyn.

"The only reason for which I am keeping you alive is that I can use you against two men. As soon as my purpose is fulfilled, then see what I will do to you."

Evelyn pretended as if she was scared and her body shook as if because of fear.

Raphael smirked as he saw Evelyn’s trembling body.

He snorted coldly before he left the chambers completely forgetting about having a look at Derrick.

Evelyn who was lying on the floor immediately sighed in relief and sat down.

"Are you alright?"

She heard Derrick’s voice from the other side of the curtains and Evelyn wondered if it was concern she sensed in it.

She smiled tightly as she got up from the floor while wincing slightly and walked closer to the bed but didn’t part the curtain before answering

"Yes, Your Majesty doesn’t need to worry."

As soon as she finished, Derrick’s cold snort came from the other side and he said in an equally cold voice

"Who is worried about you?"

Evelyn sighed and turned around to go inside the bathroom.

However, before she could take another step, Derrick’s voice came again.

"You ...come here and let me have a look."

Evelyn was surprised as well as touched. She seemed to have a guess that Derrick didn’t have an inkling about how Raphael beat her.

The spot she was lying on must be obstructed from Derrick’s view because of the wooden pillar of the bed. So even though the curtains were translucent he couldn’t see anything.

He might have heard Raphael degrading her but he couldn’t really see how Raphael kicked her so many times.

Knowing this, Evelyn also didn’t wish to have him look at her miserable state.

She knew that her cheek was already swollen because of the slap and that other parts of her body must be bruised as well.

So it would be better if Derrick didn’t see her.

"Your Majesty, I need to use the restroom. I will come after that."

Evelyn said calmly.

She would cover her bruises with something after going inside the bathroom. Though she didn’t know if she would find any powder there which was used in cosmetics. Evelyn didn’t have any hope actually. Because it was King’s chambers was a male.

Hence, Evelyn thought of avoiding Derrick as much as he could.

However, she didn’t know that Derrick was also a very adamant person. After all, he was the father of Regan.

Evelyn only heard the rustle of clothes and then the curtains around the bed parted suddenly.

She sensed from the sound that Derrick was approaching her so she immediately started to run toward the bathroom.

"Stop! If you took another step then I shall go out right now"

Derrick’s said authoritatively and this time, Evelyn didn’t really have any courage to disobey him. Somehow she could feel that Derrick’s threat was real.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But she did feel slightly angry at the childish threat. Did he even know what kind of trouble they would face if he stepped outside?

As a King, was he supposed to threaten her like this?

Whatever it was, she could only stand still as Derrick approached her.

When Derrick stood in front of Evelyn, he saw how her cheek was completely swollen, and the corner of her lips was bleeding.

His jaw clenched in anger.

At this moment, he didn’t see Evelyn as a slave ...but as the girl who was his son’s wife.

"How dare he!"

He never taught his sons to raise their hands on the woman of their family. How could Raphael stoop so low?

But Evelyn was unable to understand Derrick’s anger. She had not expected him to get this angry.

"Your Majesty, why are you angry?"

Evelyn blurted out without anything.

And Derrick looked at her with an incredulous expression on his face.

"You are my son’s wife...a woman of my family. How can I not be angry seeing a woman of my family like this!"

Evelyn didn’t know if any other woman would have felt touched hearing Derrick’s words. She also didn’t know if she should be happy that Derrick accepted her as the woman of his family...Royal family.

But all her heart felt was chill.

She felt her surrounding going colder as she asked in almost a whisper

"So if I was an ordinary woman or still a slave, would Your Majesty have been fine with Prince Raphael doing the same to me?"

This time Derrick was tongue-tied.

But her silence gave Evelyn an answer which made her heart go colder than before.

"Why do you people look down on slaves so much?"

She couldn’t help but ask in a shock-filled voice though she had faced the same her whole life.

"Are we not humans like you? Do we not feel pain when you people hit us? Do we have some different colors of blood flowing through our veins? It is not like many of us are born like this. We are forced to become slaves sometimes because of our circumstances, or sometimes they just abduct us and sell us to become one."

Evelyn remembered how in the past she had seen many of her fellow slaves being dragged inside a small room sometimes. She remembered how cruelly they and she were beaten sometimes.

While being a slave, she had seen every kind of torture going in front of her eyes.