After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 33
“What on earth were you thinking, Dehart!”
As he regained his senses, the first figures he noticed were Flora in tears and Glenn on the verge of collapse.
“Please, stop it. Sebelia’s death is already a great loss, but if you continue like this…”
Blinking wordlessly, Dehart recalled being pulled up just before falling from the window ledge.
Ryan.
His eyes scanned the room. But Ryan was nowhere to be seen.
“…”
Dehart pushed himself to his feet and started back toward her room.
That’s the only place Sebelia shows up.
But the moment he stepped out of bed, Flora’s immature words cut him off.
“Brother, how long will you act like this because of that cursed woman?”
Clang! Crash!
As Flora finished speaking, all the glassware and crafts in the room shattered all at once.
“What are you doing?”
Glenn stared at Dehart with incredulous eyes.
“I….”
Between disheveled black locks, Dehart’s golden eyes flashed like lightning. “You still think I don’t know anything.”
A sharp sneer followed. Glenn’s expression hardened in an instant.
He couldn’t possibly…
A trace of suspicion rose in her chest. Meanwhile, Flora, with a frightened expression, shook her head and held onto his wrist.
“Brother, please stop this.”
He wasn’t in his right mind. That deranged woman was trying to consume even her own brother.
“Please, pull yourself together, will you? I’ll call a shaman if I have to, to bring my brother back…”
At that moment, his gaze, which had been fixed on Glenn, turned to Flora. “Did you know too?”
“Me?”
“If you knew, since when, before she was stripped of her rights, or…”
His disheveled appearance, disconcerting demeanor, and distorted eyes—it felt like facing a madman.
S-Scary.
Flora unconsciously released her grip and took a step back. But Dehart persisted.
“Stop it, enough.” Glenn stepped in front of Flora. “Dehart, let’s not cause further rifts within the family over something that’s already done.”
There was not a trace of shame in her as she held her head high.
“And as you know, Sebelia’s death is her own tragedy.”
Deep down, Glenn was secretly grateful that she had taken her own life. If by any chance an assassin had been employed, the consequences could have been dire. Cold sweat trickled down her spine.
At least it seems he’s only realized the extent of our past manipulations.
Glenn inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
It was times like these that she needed to be brazen. Bowing one’s head in error was akin to conceding victory to the other. Glenn made a concerted effort to persuade Dehart in the most affectionate and convincing manner possible.
“We’ve only done what’s necessary for Inverness. Just as His Grace and his family desired.”
“…”
It was the same rhetoric, the same attitude as Roger.
Dehart’s eyes sparked as he looked up at Glenn. He slowly rose from his seat. Glenn held Flora, shielding her from Dehart, but he made no moves toward either of them.
“You know what, Auntie?”
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, Dehart turned to face her, his eyes made sharper by his gaunt face. A crackling noise echoed around the room, and a small light began to strike the floor.
“You, what the…!”
Glenn’s face lit up in horror as the room began to roar to life. Carpets and tapestries, thick curtains covering the windows. Even the doors, made of the finest wood, were lit by white flames, which then burst into firecracker-like sparks.
“They say you scare away rats by setting them on fire,” said Dehart in a languid tone as he casually opens the window. “Still, they’re family, so I don’t want to see them suffocate to death in front of me. Now, how about this: if you have trouble jumping, I’ll push you out.”
“Brother!”
As Flora screamed, a gust of wind whipped at his cheeks.
“…It’s finally happened. That cursed blood has awakened.”
As Glenn stared daggers at him, he turned towards her and laughed coldly. It was clear that he had gone mad.
