After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 17
Glenn smirked at the thought of her perfect plan and lightly tapped the fan against her palm.
Then, facing Sebelia, she uttered sharply, “Do you have any idea how much trouble it would cause if a ghost drove you to insanity? If you really cared about Dehart…”
“I will do as you say.”
Sebelia, now on her feet, located the packed bags she had prepared beforehand. “Shall I move right now?”
“What?”
Meeting her wide, green eyes, Sebelia said, “Well, I only need one person around me, and that’s Denisa. Also, if it’s alright, could I get some sleeping pills?”
“You’re…I mean, why?”
“Belita’s ghost keeps bothering me, and I’m having trouble sleeping at night.”
Confronting a pensive Glenn, Sebelia found herself smiling at her for the first time in a year.
* * *
Upon arriving at Roger’s abode, he began to show off his fatherly side.
“How can you sneak out with only Ryan?” he reprimanded.
Crossing the living room, he scolded Dehart, akin to a father scolding an unruly son. “What the hell did you think was going to happen and you were so cowardly to…!”
“Uncle.” But Dehart was not a child to weep at his father’s rebuke. Instead of kneeling, he sat in his chair and crossed his legs. Instead of clasping his hands together in fear, he surveyed the wines on the shelf. “That’s enough.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Roger exclaimed in an exasperated voice. Dehart opened the case and pulled out a bottle of wine that looked quite expensive.
“I meant that’s enough—you’ve proven your love for me.”
“…”
“But what brings you all the way out here, Uncle? I thought I heard you were going to the Capital.” Dehart glared at him as he forcibly pulled out the stopper.
Pop!
A piercingly cool sound reverberated through the room, but Roger’s face remained subtly still. “There was a reason for that. It’s the affairs of adults, you know.”
“I see.”
“It wasn’t something important enough for you to worry about.”
The fire that was in his tone had quickly subsided. Roger seemed unwilling to continue the conversation any further.
What to do…
Dehart squinted his eyes, gazing at his uncle who had raised him in lieu of his parents.
“Hmm….”
After a moment’s hesitation, Dehart fetched a goblet and poured himself a glass of wine. It was quite flavorful. He took a sip, watching Rash’s uneasy reflection in the window.
What are you hiding, Uncle?
His golden eyes flashed sharply.
* * *
Sebelia admired the appearance of the detached guest house, which in no way paled in comparison to the main estate.
Denisa felt the same way. “You should have stayed here a long time ago,” she said.
Worried about what would happen if Sebelia were to die suddenly, Denisa rushed to the mansion in response to the servant’s call to fetch her.
“With such a nice guest house available, why stay in such a cramped, stuffy room… hmm.”
Sebelia sat down, offering a faint smile at Denisa’s sigh. “Well, I couldn’t help it. It was my decision.”
Denisa’s frustration was clear by the way she lightly pounded her chest.
“Besides, there were guests staying here at the time,” added Sebelia offhandedly while retrieving her dowry from her bag.
Her previous room was adjacent to Dehart’s. It meant enduring the constant scrutiny of numerous Northerners passing by his room.
“If I had stayed there any longer, I would have truly gone crazy and hanged myself.”
“My Lady…!”
“Enough of that, come here and help me choose some jewels. I need something I can quickly liquidate into cash. My eye for these things is terrible.”
Denisa shrugged in resignation at Sebelia’s antics. Well, she supposed she couldn’t help it.
