Hurts! Mommy
I'm Not Your Doll

"What do you mean slap the waiter's head?" The Duke Vixtor stared intently.

"What was the chief servant told by the Duke?" ask Duchess Alexsa. It just so happened that he met Duke Vixtor and wanted to vent his anger.

"I'm asking you, you are.."

"Yes or No!" Duchess Alexsa cut off the words of Duke Vixtor that made her ride black. He doesn't like anyone against him, he likes Ellena because she always obeys him.

"Duke also entrust that to me by my Chief Servant, Alexsa." He pointed at his chest. "A child of a wild woman." The ugliness of a mother, when a mother is despised. It hurts so much, it even hurts so much.

"If the Duke's Mother were to be despised like that, how would the Duke feel?"

Duk Vixtor was silent, of course he would not accept anyone insulting his mother.

"No accept, no. Same with me."

"Duchess, you have no right to say that to the Duke!" Ellena chimed, she did not like anyone against her husband.

"Shut up! if you..."

"But your hands!" Snap Duke Vixtor. He would not let anyone raise their hands to his beloved.

Duchess Alexsa lowered her hand. Today was a shame in front of her husband's chief servant and concubine. "And so are you Duke, you should be able to properly educate the butler. How humiliating!" Duchess Alexsa is gone, she needs something to vent her anger.

"Who told you to go?" The words of Duke Vixtor made Duchess Alexsa stop her steps.

"It's my leg, not yours, and you need to remember Duke, I'm Alexsa, not that obedient. I'm not your other wife, who complies with you and becomes your puppet."

"No, my heart and my body don't belong to you and don't belong to anyone. I am just myself and I decide my life. Do you think I'm happy to marry you? I'd rather live out there, live in distress, than live with someone who...." Duchess Alexsa chuckles. "Think of yourself, don't think of your good, but think of your bad." Duchess Alexsa hates Duke Vixtor. The man had no feelings of pity for her. His wife lay weak and in a coma, and her husband continued with his wedding. Where his heart is, his heart is made of stone. There was no comparison with the heart of a monster.

Duke Vixtor clenched both of his hands. This time, someone dared to him. Even bring up the ugliness.

"Duke, don't take heart." The gentle elusan on his arm was able to temper his anger. "True, we'd better proceed to your room. Our daughter must be tired,"

Duke Vixtor continued his steps, although his anger had still not fully subsided.

Duke Vixtor took the baby, put it in the cot. Swinging the basket, his little daughter slowly closed her eyes.

Brakes

The waiter who was working in the kitchen was immediately shocked. They stared at each other full of question marks. Duchess Alexsa stared intently at them one by one and eventually opted to retreat. The servants looked down. "You guys, make me some really spicy chicken broth soup and drop it off to the side yard." Duchess Alexsa stepped out. The servants raised their faces. The look earlier, in the doorway was like seeing a monster. His breath stopped in an instant.

"I've never seen Duchess Alexsa angry."

"I feel Duchess Alexsa's anger is scarier than Duke's."

"Quick! we make it, don't let the Duchess come here, it's all because Anne's maid didn't say it. Finally we're rubber nails." Pissed one of the servants.

"But by the way I've never seen the Duchess angry,"

"Once you have, make it quick. Don't let the Duchess wait for us."