After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 128
During the week that Sebelia had been sinking into despair, Dehart did everything he could in Suffredi. While it might have been easier if he had gone directly to Hillend Hall, Dehart deliberately excluded that option from all the possible choices he had.
I can’t leave her like this.
To him, Sebelia was in a fragile state. It wasn’t just her health that was a concern; her heart had become very vulnerable due to the recent events. In this situation, he couldn’t leave her side so easily.
At the very least, I have to bring her some news that can give her hope.
If he could see the spark of life return to her beautiful blue eyes, he wouldn’t mind leaving immediately. And today, Dehart had gotten what he hoped for.
“Is that a letter from the herbalist?”
Watts asked Dehart. He had been down in Suffredi for the past week.
The place was full of the herbs that Dehart had gathered from all over. Watts, witnessing this unbelievable scene with his own eyes, looked at him in astonishment.
I never thought he could do this without mentioning the name of the Duke of Inverness.
While Dehart had proclaimed that the Duke of Inverness could achieve anything, he hadn’t actually used the title to gather the herbs. If it became known that he was there, Sebelia would be in danger.
But to Watts, that only seemed like a form of humility.
Now, all that’s left is the glass flower.
Even a few roots of the glass flower would have been enough, but no one had any. It was only natural; the five roots harvested ten years ago were the last of them.
So, Dehart sought out the herbalist who had gathered the glass flower. Unfortunately, the herbalist was staying abroad, so instead of bringing him back, Dehart had to receive a letter.
But to Dehart, that was enough.
“He wrote down all the native habitats and valleys that have the right climate for glass flowers to grow, though he hasn’t confirmed every single one. I’ll start the search from the nearest ones.”
Dehart handed the letter to Watts and waited patiently while he read it.
“Is this true?”
When Watts finally reacted as expected, Dehart crossed his arms and smiled arrogantly.
“Didn’t I say I could find it?”
The pride in his smile was obvious, but it was clear from his demeanor that this time, Watts didn’t find it distasteful. The information Dehart had brought back was truly remarkable.
“Indeed, the mountain ranges surrounding Suffredi are more rugged than any other place in Belkram. But to think there would be such a deep valley behind the third hill…”
“It’s thanks to all those fools who blindly believed in the so-called ‘God’s land’ and didn’t even bother with basic regional research. Pathetic people who don’t even know what’s there.”
The harsh critique of the previous barons of Suffredi continued. Watts, though, let Dehart’s sharp words wash over him, lost in his thoughts of gratitude.
“I can’t believe they’ve been wandering all this way while it was so close.”
“Seems there was another blind fool here. Didn’t you say yourself? The black nail plant, which you can’t find anywhere else, grows all over this forest. That means there could be other rare herbs in these mountains.”
Watts’ eyes widened at Dehart’s sharp observation. An unfamiliar sound escaped his slightly parted lips as Dehart grabbed the letter from his hands and continued.
“Since this is settled, I’ll be away for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
Watts, startled, reached out to stop him. Dehart easily shrugged off the hand that grabbed him and faced him.
“Did you really think I would sit around, nervously waiting until the herbs are in my hands, pushing others into the valleys?”
“You’re crazy. If you’re talking about going to the valley yourself, you must reconsider immediately. The conditions for the glass flowers to grow are such that ordinary people will be of no help.”
Watts stopped him with a serious expression. To him, it seemed that Dehart was being foolishly driven by the emotions of saving his loved one, willing to throw himself into danger.
“No one has ever thought of me as ordinary before. It’s an interesting feeling. But if you’re worried, I’ll pass. I have enough from my uncle.”
Dehart said as he grabbed the doorknob.
“This is my responsibility, Doctor. You know that too. The one who barely survived and ran away because of your sense of duty, did this because of me.”
At that moment, Watts’ eyes flashed coldly.
He had not been able to let Henkit die. His duty as a doctor had always come before his desire for revenge. However, after the treatment was finished, Henkit had been handed over to Eli, only to escape at dawn.
Dehart deliberately didn’t chase him. After all, Henkit was only good for that.
“Stop with your petty concerns. I’m just doing what I have to. This is my duty.”
Dehart spat out as he opened the door and disappeared. Soon, his footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs.
Watts, left behind, slumped into a chair, burying his face in his hands.
“Haa…”
A deep sigh escaped him, as if he didn’t know what to do. After a brief moment, Watts quickly stood up and ran down to the kitchen.
“Claude!”
He called out in a voice as tightly suppressed as possible.
