After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 130
When Sebelia opened the door, Dehart was just about to leave after finishing all his preparations.
“How did you…?”
His face was full of confusion, and the guilt he couldn’t hide was obvious. Sebelia blocked the door and faced him. His golden eyes trembled slightly. He lowered his head and spoke quickly.
“Sebel, no. Bella, if you stand like that, it’s going to be difficult for me.”
“What do you mean by ‘difficult’?”
Sebelia blocked Claude from entering and locked the door. Dehart raised his head, seemingly not expecting a question in return. He didn’t seem to fully understand the situation.
Sebelia took a step toward him and said, “I heard everything from Claude about what you’re planning to do and where you’re going.”
A flash of discomfort passed over Dehart’s face. Sebelia didn’t miss the moment.
“Stop it, Dehart. This was just an unfortunate accident. You don’t need to throw yourself into danger to take responsibility for it.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to feel guilty or responsible for this. The lost herbs can’t be helped… but we’ll find another herb gatherer for the glass flower, so I’d like you to stop here.”
Dehart looked at Sebelia with disbelief. His pale face looked like it would collapse any moment.
“Don’t feel guilty or responsible…”
The golden eyes, shaking uncontrollably, seemed to crack. The sharp pain that pierced his heart felt like cold, broken metal.
Dehart spoke with the weight of blood on his chest.
“How can you say that? That bastard followed me here thinking he could find me, and ruined everything. Because of me, you’ve lost your chance to live.”
“…It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t angry. But that was his fault. And if my guess is right, he’s already paid the price for it. Am I wrong?”
“You know it’s impossible to make up for this!”
Dehart raised his voice without realizing it, but quickly realized and covered his mouth, stepping back. He stumbled, leaning against the wall as he spoke.
“This is something I have to do.”
“Dehart!”
“I can’t watch you die again!”
His voice was a terrible cry, like a wounded beast. Sebelia gasped, her eyes wide. Dehart said with a tearful smile.
“If it’s because of me, I can’t forgive it.”
“You…”
Sebelia was left speechless, standing there in shock. After some time passed, he composed himself. Dehart approached her, almost pleading.
“Please, don’t say it’s not my responsibility.”
“Dehart. Wait, please, just listen to me.”
Sebelia grabbed his wrist as he tried to pass by her. Dehart looked at her with sad eyes, attempting to pull his hand away. In that instant, Sebelia felt the rage she had been suppressing bubble up fiercely.
Why is he rushing like this?
She knew that without the glass flower, a proper treatment could not be made. But that didn’t mean she would die right away.
It simply meant that complete recovery would be harder; she could still live by gradually slowing the progression of the disease. It might take years, but if she could get the glass flower, she would be able to make the necessary medicine then.
Yet, this man was acting as though she were about to die tomorrow. Sebelia couldn’t understand his impatience at all.
“You said that even if I sacrificed my life, I couldn’t go back to the past. That I would never be able to call you Sebelia again.”
“…”
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to die. I can’t burden you like that. I’m just telling you, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on any longer if I don’t do this. So, stop worrying about me.”
As he said, Dehart wasn’t rushing into danger recklessly without preparation. He had secretly recruited as many professional herbalists as possible and had made sure to properly equip himself with the necessary safety gear.
But still, the danger remained. The terrain where the glass flower grew was so treacherous, and it was a place where no light reached. Even if he managed to reach it, the journey back would be dozens of times more difficult. That was where Dehart was headed.
It doesn’t matter.
But to Dehart, this was actually a welcome task. Because of him, Sebelia had lost her last hope. Complete recovery had been so close. She could have dreamed of a future without worries.
Because of him, all of that had fallen apart. Dehart felt a heavy sense of guilt, and worse, a horrifying sense of self-loathing.
“Focus on your own health.”
In that moment, Sebelia felt the rage welling up. No, she didn’t even have time to feel it. She let herself be consumed by the intense emotions surging through her chest. With hot breath coming through her teeth, harsh words burst out.
“Right. Who am I to stop you, I’m not even your wife? Go ahead, Dehart. Throw your life away on a reckless challenge just to ease your guilt.”
“…”
“If you’ve accepted this as your duty, then I have no more role to play. Do as you wish. But remember one thing.”
Sebelia glared at Dehart’s stunned face and spoke in a hard voice.
