Rocky did not evade his mother's fury.
He came to see her, calmly reminding, "We should find a quieter place to talk."
Mrs. Derek had to mind her own composure, took a deep breath several times, and lifted her skirt to walk into the castle.
Rocky dismissed the surrounding servants, and the next moment, a flying snuff bottle hit his forehead. Blood flowed into his left eye and, with a blink, slid down his cheek.
Seeing this, Mrs. Derek showed regret, quickly biting her lip.
She rarely got angry with this son.
Rocky was the perfect creation, almost flawless in her eyes. Moreover, unlike Roy, Rocky was the heir to the Derek family, more important, and more necessary to maintain decency.
So when she spoke again, her tone had softened, "That dirty boy from Hans's family is still mingling with Roy. You should seriously manage it."
Calming down, Mrs. Derek felt Geoffrey's matter had little to do with Rocky; at most, it was the guard's problem.
