Hazel who was looking at the scene with cold eyes felt no pity on the girl. She looked at her with a proud face and then turned back.
She could hear the whispers of others. The way they were mocking her or raising a finger on Richard. It was only a matter of a few seconds when they would start running behind them with flattering words. She knew! The royals were nothing but dogs hungry for power, and she would have it soon.
"Wait!" even the waiter trembled when he heard the cold voice of Richard who had raised his hand.
Picking up a napkin from the tray, Richard cleaned his hand with so much force as if it had come into contact with something filthy that only created further murmurs and whispers.
"Let us go, darling." she held the hands of Richard who was still rubbing his hand hard. He finally turned to look at hazel and nodded his head. Letting go of the napkin, he threw it and it landed closer to the place where the girl had fallen.
