After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 100
As Sebelia settled down again, the two men stepped out of the room and walked silently down the corridor. Moments later, Claude caught Dehart as he was about to ascend the stairs.
“Let’s talk.”
“……”
“This isn’t going to work; you know that.”
Claude could sense that Dehart was wavering, regardless of what resolution he had made. It was clear that he was losing control over himself.
Dehart paused to consider Claude’s words, then murmured in a low voice.
“Later.”
“I’m not asking you to spill your feelings just because you trust me.”
As Dehart climbed the stairs, he glanced back at Claude over his shoulder. His shadowed golden eyes were sinking silently. Claude held onto his gaze and continued speaking.
“You wanted to know what her illness is.”
Dehart’s grip on the railing tightened. Claude felt reassured by that response; despite the falsehoods and the truths he might uncover, Dehart was genuinely concerned for her.
“Watts’s position is that patient information shouldn’t be disclosed carelessly. But sometimes, that stance has to be reconsidered.”
“When?”
The end of Dehart’s question cracked slightly.
“When a patient is seriously ill, there comes a moment when they can no longer care for themselves during treatment. And sometimes, there are no guardians for those patients. In such cases, the truth must be shared with close relatives or acquaintances.”
If the patient’s condition were to suddenly worsen or if they were to die, someone would need to handle the aftermath. At this, Dehart’s face froze, his expression perilously fragile as if it might shatter with the slightest touch.
Is her illness that serious?
Dehart couldn’t believe it. Honestly, he thought the fake Sebelia was pretending to be ill, as she never really acted like a patient while he was observing her.
She occasionally took her medicine or went for short walks, but otherwise maintained a healthy lifestyle. So, Dehart had assumed she was lying about having a minor illness to stay here.
“Moreover, while you were upstairs, Watts couldn’t focus on treating her illness. To be honest, I feel a sense of responsibility.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“I mean, knowing her condition was serious, I still asked him to see you first.”
“What?”
Dehart nearly collapsed on the spot. The things he had refused to acknowledge, the ones he had brushed aside as trivial, came back to him like a boomerang.
“But she seemed fine until now. So I….”
“You thought it wasn’t a serious illness. Or perhaps you didn’t believe she was actually sick. That’s understandable.”
Claude sighed, filled with disappointment.
Dehart couldn’t bring himself to look up. In truth, he believed Sebelia had been deceiving even Watts. Deep down, he had a disdain for Watts and didn’t trust his abilities.
That’s why he was so shocked when Sebelia collapsed.
The horrific memories he had been forced to endure in his nightmares resurfaced, and perhaps the thought that she might truly be Sebelia flickered in his mind.
If she had really donned Sebelia’s guise at someone’s behest, she should have been making an effort to revive his memories. She should have been crying, pleading, or getting angry. She shouldn’t have collapsed in front of him like this!
What good does it do to faint in front of me when I have no memories of Sebelia?
He ground his teeth in frustration. The truths he had been forcefully ignoring began to reveal themselves one by one and struck him hard.
“She really was sick,” he murmured, covering his face with one hand in disbelief.
“Right, so she came here for that reason.”
The realization swept through his mind. Why had she drawn him here? She could have shown up at Hillend Hall without going to such lengths. Why did it have to be Suffredi?
The question that had plagued him all along was suddenly answered in a horrifying manner.
“Then it means she didn’t deliberately draw me in. If that’s the case, then…”
Dehart couldn’t finish his sentence. If she hadn’t set a trap and had really come here just because she was sick, the whole situation changed. He felt the strength drain from his body.
“Ugh…”
“Dehart!”
Claude rushed over, catching him as he staggered. Dehart gasped and clutched Claude’s arm.
If Sebelia had truly come here to seek treatment for her illness, it meant that he wasn’t her purpose at all.
The fact that she had run away when she saw him in the square and cast terrible magic was not a malicious trap, but an attempt to escape from him.
She didn’t want me to know she was alive. She didn’t want to see me.
It felt like a knife had been plunged into the middle of his heart. Warm blood seemed to flow out, soaking his body. He felt miserable. He felt sad. He didn’t want to believe it. It was too much pain for him to accept.
“Dehart, are you okay? Let’s go back to your room.”
