After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 133
And that’s still the case now…
Sebelia swallowed a hot breath, her palm stained red in the shape of the necklace. She took a deep breath and carefully placed the necklace on the windowsill. The faint moonlight shimmered off the blue gemstone, almost as if it were the surface of a rippling lake.
It sparkled, just like the lake he had once suggested they go boating on, beautiful and shimmering in the same way.
“What should I really do?”
Sebelia’s blue eyes wandered, lost in distant thoughts.
* * *
Sebelia tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. She staggered to the kitchen; she needed some hot tea.
“Where is it…”
With half-lidded eyes, she rummaged through the cupboard when suddenly, sounds from the living room across the hallway caught her attention.
At first, Sebelia thought it was Watts up early, doing something in the living room. But soon, that thought crumbled, like a sandcastle destroyed by waves.
“You said you wouldn’t be reckless.”
The voice was Claude’s. The sharpness in his tone made Sebelia freeze, instinctively holding her breath. She carefully shut the cupboard door and pressed her back against the wall.
“I don’t see where the recklessness comes in. I told you, I won’t go to the bottom of the valley as promised.”
Then came Dehart’s voice, resonating through the living room. It was cold and sharp, nothing like the one she had heard yesterday.
“Don’t keep dragging things out with petty matters, Claude, when we both agree that time is short.”
Sebelia stood there, leaning against the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation. Claude was trying to stop Dehart from setting up a command post near the valley, where he intended to supervise the situation from a distance.
“I didn’t realize you were this overprotective. Are you so blinded by worry that you can’t think straight? You want me to sit idly by at the base while I trust the money and equipment to the herbalists?”
The chilling voice echoed through the living room.
Instead of going down to the valley with the herbalists, Dehart had decided to set up a base nearby and oversee things from there. That had been his compromise, but Claude still wasn’t happy about it.
“We can’t send wizards or shamans to the village. To communicate, I’ll have to be there too, but do I really need to explain this over and over?”
Dehart’s irritated voice made Claude sigh heavily.
He secretly believed that he could break his stubbornness due to Sebelia’s influence, but that was overconfidence.
While Dehart might waver for Sebelia, he would not be shaken even a little by anyone else. The only person who could break his stubbornness and resolve was Sebelia—only her.
“Don’t say another word about this, Claude. Unless you want me to get so angry that I’ll jump straight into the valley.”
“Alright, alright.”
Claude raised his hands in surrender. Dehart glared at him coldly and ascended the stairs. A moment later, Claude’s footsteps could be heard as he left through the back door.
The valley must be that dangerous.
Sebelia crouched in the kitchen, reflecting on the conversation she had overheard. Her blue eyes were clouded with deep thought.
* * *
As evening came, Dehart finished preparing to leave the laboratory. Unconsciously, he reached to his chest, realizing that Maya had stolen his necklace again.
Oh no.
He had deliberately shown it to her and shook it in front of her hand, but now he regretted it. Had he known it would come to this, he wouldn’t have tried to manipulate her with such a shallow trick.
It can’t be helped.
Dehart cursed his past self for using the necklace as an excuse to face Sebelia again, then began to descend the stairs. Claude followed him, still not giving up, sighing heavily as he watched Dehart’s back.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Stop with the nonsense…”
Dehart was fed up with Claude’s repeated useless comments. As he passed through the hallway, he suddenly stopped. Claude, murmuring to himself that something didn’t feel right, looked toward the same spot. There, standing in front of him, was Sebelia.
“Miss Bella.”
“Are you leaving now?”
Claude stepped in front of Dehart. Dehart raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing, but Claude didn’t move. Instead, he opened his mouth with a face full of gratitude.
“Although it’s late, thank you for convincing him. Luckily, this fool has decided not to go down to the village. So…”
“We agreed that I would receive updates on the situation and provide the necessary support when needed.”
Dehart responded in a low voice, following Claude’s words.
“I will make no more reckless attempts to risk my life to ease my guilt.”
“…”
“I know my place now.”
