After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 155
She had just been ignoring it because it was too hard to accept.
However, while she was ignoring that fact, Dehart had come close to death.
That can’t happen.
He can’t just get hurt like this, or be on the brink of death.
Not until all my resentment is resolved. Not until I’m no longer shackled by the life of Sebelia Inverness… You can’t afford to get a single scratch.
It was, in a way, a chilling thought. But Sebelia didn’t feel like her thoughts were entirely wrong. And when the time came for all the knots within her to be untied, Sebelia would finally be able to live her life as Bella.
All the anger and resentment she had toward him would be gone, not even a handful would remain.
Then, both you and I will finally be free of each other.
As Sebelia collected her thoughts, she stared at him with a calm expression. She felt Dehart tense. She tightened her grip on him with a determined face.
It was important that she made him change his mind, so that he never did something like this again.
“Look me in the eye. Don’t try to pull away your hand.”
“…”
“And don’t try to escape the situation with the excuse that you’re crazy.”
Dehart widened his eyes and quickly averted his gaze. This was not what he had expected. Sebelia held onto him and continued.
“Honestly, I’m glad. It’s not so bad that we can’t even talk. After letting it all out, it seems like you’re finally coming to your senses. You even noticed that the scenery has changed.”
She scolded him sharply, noticing his confusion. Dehart unconsciously bit his lip, trying to maintain a pretend calm.
“…Anyone would notice if it changed this much.”
He tried to hold onto his pride, but in front of Sebelia, it was useless. She raised an eyebrow and replied.
“Is that so? You noticed the scenery, but you didn’t seem to notice the person standing beside you, bewildered and unsure of what to do. Or maybe you deliberately ignored it?”
“That…”
Dehart stumbled over his words, feeling caught off guard. The furious momentum that had driven him earlier began to dissipate. Seeing that, Sebelia softened her tone just slightly.
“I understand you were cornered. But you can’t just lash out and try to walk away like this. It’s something you shouldn’t do to anyone, not just me.”
“…”
“Is the person standing in front of me really the Duke of Inverness, or just a grown child?”
The cool voice pointed out exactly where Dehart had gone wrong. The matter-of-fact tone, devoid of any emotions, made the agitation that had previously swelled in Dehart’s chest slowly subside.
“I didn’t realize this was what ‘understanding your place’ meant. Breaking promises and then pushing the other person around—this is what you mean by knowing your place? I must have been completely mistaken.”
Dehart’s face turned pale. He blinked in confusion, looking back at his previous actions.
“That’s not it.”
He took a deep breath, glancing down at the wrist Sebelia held with flickering eyes. His neat lips met a few times, and a voice, barely audible, escaped him.
“It was a slip of the tongue. When I saw you, I suddenly couldn’t control my emotions. I didn’t mean it. To push you like that… I never thought I’d do such a thing…”
His voice became quieter and quieter. Under his heavy eyelids crushed by sorrow, his golden eyes glistened once more.
“I could never… I could never have done that.”
Sebelia frowned as she watched his shoulders sag. She didn’t release her hold on his wrist and gently waved her hand.
Just then, the flowery, fragrant field that had filled the tent transformed back into a simple, ordinary space. Dehart’s eyes widened at the miraculous change.
While he was momentarily distracted, Sebelia tugged him toward the bed.
“Let’s talk about this later. Come here.”
As expected Inverness men always had to be subdued first. Without doing that, she knew there would be no way to plant different thoughts in their narrow minds.
“First, let’s treat your wounds. I don’t want to have serious discussions while you’re in pain.”
What was he doing without treating the raw wounds? She clicked her tongue, opening a first-aid kit that was casually left by. Dehart, glancing at her with damp eyes, slumped down next to her.
“Thank you.”
He said it with a resigned tone, extending his hand to her. He seemed somewhat pleased, but Sebelia decided to dismiss that thought.
“Ugh!”
Dehart let out a low groan as disinfectant was poured over his hand. Yet, in comparison to what came next, it wasn’t that much.
“Stay still.”
As she recalled what she’d learned from Watts, Sebelia grabbed a pair of tweezers. It turned out that, not only his hand, but his arms and legs had scratches as well. The real problem, however, was the unidentified fragments embedded in the wounds, preventing the bleeding from stopping.
“Shouting like that in this condition.”
She mercilessly dug into the wounds with the tweezers. Dehart endured the pain silently, biting his lip. It was pitiful compared to his earlier loud screams.
