After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 71
Maybe it was fitting for Dehart’s situation. From the moment she’d met him in the square, she’d been certain: he hadn’t acknowledged her death.
Otherwise…
How could someone charge towards her without hesitation after seeing her? Typically, when encountering someone believed to be dead, people would be shocked and confused. But he wasn’t surprised; in fact, he was only stunned for a second. It was as if he had been waiting for that very moment, rushing towards her like a hungry predator ready to catch its prey.
Sebelia instinctively brushed away the goosebumps on her arms. That moment, a chill ran down her spine. It was a truly heart-stopping moment, even from the distance of hindsight.
It was pointless to create a fake corpse and hold a funeral.
People couldn’t easily reverse a firm conviction they had buried in their hearts. The same was true for human death. In essence, a funeral was for the living, a ceremony to help those left behind acknowledge the person’s death.
To bury the departed in the past and force the living to accept the person’s death—that was the function and purpose of a funeral.
However, Dehart undoubtedly witnessed her burial, yet deep down, he hadn’t truly accepted her death. Sebelia still found it hard to believe. How could someone grow up with such a mindset?
Is there anyone else who fits the label of “arrogant” better?
Elevated self-esteem, unyielding arrogance, and the cold pragmatism befitting a leader of Inverness in the North. There were moments when those descriptors felt romantic. After all, the arrogant man occasionally revealed a softer side only to her. However…
[If you had known your place, this wouldn’t have happened.]
As his fierce anger turned towards her, Sebelia realized how terrifying and ruthless he could be.
[Are you here again to extract information from me for your family? If not, why else have you come to seek me out.]
His sharply honed voice pierced her heart again. His judgment, his discernment, his decisions always moved in a direction that benefited only himself. Yes, why had she forgotten? His arrogance always worked in a way that favored him.
He had undoubtedly rejected her death for the same reasons. Sebelia felt her suspicions solidifying into certainty.
“Ha.”
A quiet sigh escaped her lips, a breath as cold as the northern wind.
“There’s nothing like forcing the arrogant to see a reality they’re blind to.”
Her low voice sounded distant, almost ethereal. Hearing her words, Cardy chuckled softly, his throat humming with a low laugh.
“Our guest’s words are correct.”
The guiding light extended forward, leading them slowly. Occasionally, Dehart tried to twist away, but Cardy’s grip restrained him enough to prevent any escape.
“Oh, do you see the green roof over there?”
Following Cardy’s pointing finger, Sebelia squinted her eyes and concentrated. Amidst the tall trees, she spotted something faintly gleaming. As she focused, the three-story mansion came into view. It was surprisingly well-maintained for a house standing alone in the woods, with no signs of decay or wear.
“It’s been a while since we’ve had guests, so please excuse the lack of hospitality.”
Cardy smiled and opened the front door. Sebelia cautiously followed him inside.
Considering this was the secluded laboratory of an authority in the field of rare diseases, the interior was surprisingly ordinary. A living room with a crackling fireplace and cushions arranged for comfort here and there. The atmosphere resembled more a grandmother’s house waiting for grandchildren than a physician’s residence.
However, in the next moment, her expectations shattered into pieces.
“Well then, we’ll have the patient tied up upstairs.”
“…. Excuse me?”
Whether he sensed Sebelia’s bewildered expression or not, Cardy reassured her.
“Don’t worry. Given the way he’s rampaged through the forest, he seems to have quite a rough temperament. No way I can allow him to roam freely. I’ve prepared an iron-framed bed for such patients.”
“….”
Cardy looked at Sebelia, who was staring blankly at him, and neatly wrapped up the conversation.
“We’ll tie him up so he won’t move an inch. You can wait and relax until Mr. Watts comes out.”
“…Alright.”
And with that, Cardy, carrying Dehart like a piece of luggage, disappeared up the stairs. Several hours later, Sebelia finally had the chance to meet Watts, and Dehart woke up late.
