After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 70
Sebelia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw those golden eyes. His dark, neatly cut hair, sharp nose, and firmly closed lips bore a striking resemblance to Dehart, as if they were twins.
However, upon closer inspection, the man’s hair was not black but a warm chestnut color, and his overall impression was slightly softer and more gentle than Dehart’s. Crucially, there was one distinctive difference.
He continued to gaze at her with a consistently warm and smiling expression.
“I’ve come to welcome you on behalf of Mr. Watts. Allow me to assist you.”
The lantern’s light illuminated Sebelia, and she realized that darkness had once again enveloped the surroundings. The white lightning that adorned the sky had disappeared without a trace. Sebelia nodded, looking down at the unconscious Dehart.
“Please, take care of him.”
“Alright then… Could you hold onto this for me?”
The man requested, handing the lantern to Sebelia and effortlessly lifting Dehart onto his shoulders. Despite his slender frame, he seemed surprisingly strong.
“Which way do we go?”
When Sebelia raised the lantern, orange light enveloped them. She turned towards him, expressing her gratitude.
“Shake the lantern twice, and light will guide you along the path. Just follow that light,” the man instructed.
As Sebelia shook the lantern as instructed, a thread-like line appeared above the dim light, reminiscent of the glow that emanated from the envelope containing the letter.
“Indeed, this light serves as a guide towards Mr. Watts,” Sebelia exclaimed, marveling at the familiar radiance.
The man’s gentle eyes crinkled in response to her admiration.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t introduced myself properly. I am Cardy. I live with Mr. Watts and assist him with his research.”
His voice was soothing, designed to reassure the listener. However, Sebelia couldn’t easily open up to the peculiar sensation. It felt as if she were facing a Dehart who was putting on an act.
How can they look so much alike?
There was something unsettling about it.
While golden eyes were a distinctive feature of the Inverness family, they were not exclusive to them. There were others in the north with eyes that were a shade close to gold. Yet, there was a lingering feeling of strangeness in the air.
Sebelia swallowed the question that was about to burst out as she looked at Cardy, who was staring at her fondly.
Could he be an Inverness, too?
If he were, it would mean he and Dehart shared the same lineage…The resemblance was striking, but in their first encounter, such inquiries seemed impolite. More importantly, it was information she didn’t need to know. Sebelia swallowed back her curiosity.
“Please call me Bella.”
She couldn’t use her real name; it was the name she had abandoned along with her past.
As they walked through the dark forest guided by the light, the three of them shared an uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, Cardy spoke up.
“Those seeking Mr. Watts usually fall into one of two categories,” he began.
Sebelia looked back at him, wide-eyed at the abruptness of the conversation.
Cardy continued, following the light. “Desperate or arrogant.”
“…I can understand desperation, but I’m not sure which individuals you’re referring to in the latter category.”
Dr. Watts was a pioneer in the field of researching and developing treatments for rare and incurable diseases. So, it made sense for desperate people with rare diseases to seek him out. But arrogant individuals? Sebelia was puzzled.
Her question was soon answered.
“People who believe that even death should bow down before them. Those who wonder how such an outrageous thing could happen to them. Ironically, there are more people seeking Mr. Watts out of arrogance than desperation.”
“That…”
“Moreover, all of them view Warts not as a doctor but as a servant. Someone who must cooperate with them to restore peace to their lives, someone who should obediently serve them, out of duty.”
Cardy added with a gentle tone, “That’s why I created the trap this poor young man fell into, because it’s effective to show arrogant people the most horrific realities they subconsciously reject.”
He implied that those arrogant individuals were witnessing their own torment, watching themselves painfully die or seeing their relatives helplessly face death.
“Well, some maintain their pride until the end,” he said with a shrug.
Sebelia sighed. So that’s the reason why so many people had been running out, crying, and pleading. And for Dehart, the most dreadful thing was to witness her dying before his eyes.
Enough of these thoughts.
She deliberately shifted her gaze away, scanning Cardy’s profile. Looking at him this way, he didn’t seem much like Dehart. In fact, given his willingness to explain things even without being asked, he appeared to be caring.
Sebelia glanced briefly at Dehart, hanging like a burden on Cardy’s shoulders, before turning away. Though he hadn’t come here to find Watts, he brought this torment on himself.
Even he must bow before death.
