NovelEnglishChapter 155 Salome's face was already swollen, and Citrine's eyes darkened when she saw it.
She knelt down, gently straightening Salome's clothes before helping her up. "Auntie, lethelp you." Salfelt a wave of guilt. She hadn't managed to show her niece a good time, and now the girl had to witness something so ugly. She couldn't help but worry- had she scared her? "I'm fine, Citrine. Don't worry about me." Salkept her eyes firmly on Derrick as she spoke, afraid he might turn his anger on Citrine.
They'd known each other since college. At twenty, she'd accepted Derrick's confession, and at twenty-three, his marriage proposal. For the first two years, he'd treated her well, and they'd been happy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut everything changed when it becclear she couldn't have children. Derrick's personality turned overnight. He becviolent, and soon he was cheating on her again and again.
The concern in Citrine's eyes deepened. In her mind, her aunt was supposed to be a bright, confident woman-a queen who shouldn't be bullied by anyone.
Earlier, she'd kicked Derrick hard in the ribs. He was nursing the pain now, simmering with anger, but when he saw whose daughter she was, he managed to bite back his rage. "Well, look who's here. This is betweenand your aunt. I suggest you stay out of it." As soon as he finished, Derrick grabbed for Salome. "Get over here, you worthless woman." He knew he couldn't touch the niece-her family was powerful-but taking his anger out on Salwas another matter.
Just as Derrick's hand was about to reach Salome, Citrine stepped in front of her, shielding her aunt with her own body.
Her face was cold as stone as she slapped Derrick hard across the face. "You're the worthless one! Who do you think you are, talking to my aunt like that?" She glared at him, voice unwavering. "No one gets to hurt my aunt. No one." Citrine didn't hold back. The slap sent Derrick's head snapping to the side, pain flaring in his jaw as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away, his gaze turning vicious. He spat, "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're Raymond's daughter. You're nothing but an illegitimate brat." Salome's expression changed instantly. Forgetting her own pain, she lunged at Derrick, scratching at his face. "Bastard! Watch your mouth!" She could take the insults directed at her, but she wouldn't stand for anyone attacking her niece.
But Salwas no match for Derrick. He drew back his fist, ready to strike her, when suddenly Citrine yanked her out of the way.
"Auntie, step back. Lethandle this." Without another word, Citrine drove her foot into Derrick's stomach, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Grabbing him by the hair, she punched him again and again, her voice ringing out with each blow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You hit your own wife? You're less than a dog. You think you can get away with hurting my aunt? I'll make sure you remember this."
Derrick was stunned. He hadn't expected this slip of a girl to be so strong. A grown man, ground vat on the he couldn't even fight back. The humiliation burned on his face, along with the bruises.
At that moment, the other woman in the room, sensing things were m getting out of hand, slipped out quietly. Moments later, she returned-with Derrick's mother, Noah Everly, and his sister, Mabel Everly.
"Stop it!" Noah shrieked when she saw her son getting pummeled.
At the sound, Citrine paused and straightened, stepping protectively in front of Salome.
Salhad always seen Citrine as the quiet, obedient type. Seeing her pin Derrick to the floor and beat him senseless left her her speechless. She didn't snap out of her daze until Citrine walked over and stood at her side.
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