I Smashed Their Royal Dream Chapter 03

I Smashed Their Royal Dream Chapter 03

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room.

I’d been dumped on a couch in the corner.

The moment I opened my eyes, something in my head started throbbing.

The scene before me made it look as though they were the real family of three.

My fingers tightened around the couch beneath me.

Owen was the first to notice I was awake.

He gave an annoyed snort.

“You’re useless!”

“Of all times to pass out, you had to do it then.”

“You just had to make things harder for us!”

A faint smile from his earlier excitement still lingered on his young face.

But the way he looked at me was cold and disgusted.

At his words, Damon turned and gave me a cool glance.

“You’re awake?”

“Then get up.”

“Catherine’s legs are swollen from giving birth.”

“You know how to massage them. I remember.”

“Get over here and do it.”

He said it like there was no question I’d do it.

Clearly, he still remembered his own car accident two years ago.

Back then, Damon had injured his lower leg in a car accident and needed surgery.

The doctor had said he needed massages to improve circulation and prevent muscle atrophy.

Two hours a day.

Every day for two straight months.

By the end of it, both of my hands had swollen badly.

Back then, there had still been concern in Damon’s eyes when he looked at me.

I looked up at him now.

That concern was long gone.

All that remained was impatience.

I was about to refuse when the floating comments caught my attention.

[I know this is awful, but if it helps the Princess recover faster so they can go back, I think she can put up with it for now.]

[Yes! The second they go back, smash that antique bronze mirror!]

I pressed my lips together and slowly pushed myself up, bracing my hands on my knees.

My vision went black again.

I leaned against the wall for a long moment before finally making my way toward the bed.

The Princess was named Catherine.

Princess Catherine tilted her head and studied me curiously for a moment before turning to Damon.

“Who’s she?”

“Our housekeeper.”

“She works for us.”

Owen’s childish voice cut in before Damon could answer.

He didn’t speak loudly.

But his words hit my chest like that sledgehammer.

Damon, worried she might not understand, added,

“A servant.”

The moment he said it, Catherine’s expression changed.

She looked down at me with open contempt, as though I were someone she could crush whenever she pleased.

[A servant? That scumbag and his son spent a few days in the ancient realm and now they think they’re royalty?]

[God, I can’t wait for the female lead to smash that antique bronze mirror!]

The floating comments exploded with outrage.

Strangely, my own heart went completely calm.

The moment I placed my hand on Princess Catherine’s leg, she suddenly cried out.

“Ow!”

“You’re hurting me!”

Before she’d even finished speaking, Damon grabbed me by the shoulder and yanked me backward.

My lower back slammed into the edge of the table.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

Before the pain could even fade, Owen kicked me hard in the shin.

His small face was twisted with rage.

“You wretched servant!”

“What did you do to the Princess?!”

He planted his hands on his hips and stood protectively in front of the bed like a little soldier.

The scene was painfully familiar.

Except the last time, I’d been the one Owen stood in front of.

Maybe it hurt too much.

Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them.

I wiped at them with the back of my hand.

Only after Damon finished comforting Catherine did he turn back to me.

He glared at me, furious.

“Can you do anything right?.”

“You can’t even do one simple thing right.”

“Just get out of here.”

“You’re in the way.”

“Go home, make Catherine something to eat, and bring it back.”

His voice was cold.

The same tone someone would use to order around a servant.