After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 35
Meanwhile, the Baron of Wheddon, the object of much resentment, was leisurely passing the time in the salon.
To attend the party hosted by a prominent figure from the North, Silas had to purchase quite a substantial amount of wine.
At least it wasn’t spent in vain.
He sat down, raising his glass as he listened to the whispers flowing around him. Today, as expected, Inverness was once again in the limelight.
“The thunderstorms are still raging, aren’t they?”
“It seems the Duke is acting a bit odd. There’s that curse, you know, that occasionally appears…”
The nobles gathered in the salon, talking as if they had nothing better to do. The hottest topic undoubtedly revolved around the Inverness family. From the curse that led the Duchess to commit suicide to the curse coursing through their bloodline, it was a sequence of events that made the indifferent nobles’ hearts pound with excitement.
“It seems like Hillend servants are leaving one by one. They claim they can’t live here anymore, too scared or something.”
“Well, that’s a pretty credible rumor, then.”
“Terrifying, isn’t it? A curse that drives people mad one by one. At this rate, the Duke might follow his wife and commit suicide.”
A small chuckle erupted, and a peculiar smile crept onto Silas’s lips as he listened to the conversation.
Suicide, huh.
As if that bastard girl would ever commit suicide. Silas pondered her lineage and tilted his head. Despite her humble origins, she was a child with a strong obsession for life and a tenacious vitality.
And most of all…
That girl must have awakened her powers.
Silas drained his glass, remembering Nathan, who had returned with a disgruntled look on his face and told him what had happened.
[She must have gone insane. Where did she learn such bizarre behavior? She was fooling around with spiders!]
Silas sighed with regret, wishing he had checked on Sebelia as soon as he heard the story. However, what could he do? The funeral had already taken place, and Sebelia was either inside that coffin or…
“She must be running away.”
He knew all too well what Sebelia was capable of. Her mother had blindsided him in a similar manner and fled.
“I won’t fall for it a second time.”
The man’s despicable face shone over his empty glass.
* * *
Standing in front of the mirror, Sebelia ran her hand through her shortened hair. Her impressive hazelnut-colored hair, now in a striking short style, framed the woman’s face. No trace of the pale and lifeless Sebelia could be found anywhere.
“…I like it.”
Sebelia smiled at herself in the mirror for the first time in a long time. She couldn’t do anything about the blue eyes she’d inherited from her father, but even changing her hair made her look like a different person.
“I only changed the color of my hair, but it’s so different.”
Would people have liked her a bit more if she had been like this from the beginning? Such thoughts crossed Sebelia’s mind fleetingly, but she quickly dismissed them.
Of course not.
Even if the people around Lord Wheddon found her incomparably beautiful, they would have detested her for some reason or another.
Because I am the daughter of a mother who abandoned me.
That’s simply the lot of an illegitimate child who wasn’t accepted in the family.
…It’s over. It’s all in the past now.
Sebelia put on her coat with a determined expression. With her preparations complete, it was time for her to leave for a new town.
“Denisa, have you packed everything?”
Calling for Denisa, Sebelia turned lightly. Sunlight streamed in through the open window and fell softly down the hallway, followed by a bluebird chirping.
“Come here.”
The little bird swooped down and perched on her shoulder.
It was a pleasant start to a new day.
* * *
The estate after the funeral was typically enveloped in a somber atmosphere. People spent their time reminiscing about the departed, sorting through unspoken memories, each lost in their thoughts. But that was not the case here.
Roman, who had served as the Inverness family’s physician for three generations, already exerted his utmost strength trying to steady his voice.
“Sir, please, remain calm and rational…”
“Calm and rational, you say?”
Dehart grabbed Roman by the collar and looked at him with a chillingly calm stare. His eyes were eerie in their own right, with a surface like finely polished gold.
“That is a virtue you should possess as a doctor. Not the ethics you dare impose on me.”
Roman choked against his grip.
“So, as a doctor, you were so rational that you couldn’t even properly attend to my wife’s final moments and instead entrusted them to some insignificant local physician?”
His gruff voice echoed through the room. Roman turned pale and swallowed hard.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Roman tightly shut his eyes, recollecting how he ended up in this situation. It was all because he had been urgently called after hearing news of a fire at the mansion.
