After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 75
And the current head of the House of Inverness was Claude’s nephew.
Watts let out a low sigh. “Are you alright?”
Claude smirked at Watts’s stoic expression, his worries subtly hidden beneath. Watts, seemingly indifferent to worldly matters, was unexpectedly prone to concern. Of course, he was also full of sarcasm.
It’s probably why he saved someone like me.
Claude nodded reassuringly at Watts, who looked at him with worry.
Then, with a voice full of bravado, Claude added, “I’m fine. Compared to me, that brat of a Duke is nothing. While he was being pampered at Hillend Hall, I was crawling up from rock bottom.”
“But he seems to have quite a temper,” said Watts, recalling the amount of power it took to summon a thunderstorm capable of burning down the actual forest. “He truly is his uncle’s nephew…”
Claude wrinkled the bridge of his nose in response. He popped the lid off the jar he was holding and handed it to Watts.
As he was leaving the kitchen, Watts said, “By the way…did those two come here separately?”
Watts glanced across the living room to where Sebelia lay asleep. Claude slowed his pace. Watts tilted his head towards him, intuiting that Claude had a lot to say on the matter.
“Well, it seems like my nephew was following that patient…”
“What?”
“Otherwise, there’s no reason for him to come all the way here. Though from what I understand, he does suffer from some serious insomnia, but that’s hardly a life-threatening condition, is it?”
Watts frowned as he spread jam on his bread. Was it normal for someone as important and influential as a duke to travel all in this way in pursuit of a terminally ill woman? Something didn’t sit right with him.
“Do you know exactly what kind of relationship they have?”
“Well, I tried to find out, but asking him only made him shut up. Although, I suppose it’s a good thing considering that it also made him stop cursing at me…”
Claude sighed, a complicated expression on his face. “But it didn’t seem like they had a serious relationship. She didn’t refuse to come here with him. Which is to say, I don’t think it’s bad enough to the point where she would have left him to die.”
“Hmm.”
“But if you’re still suspicious, you might want to ask the patient directly.”
Watts’s brow furrowed at the mention of Sebelia. He wasn’t the kind of person to pry into someone’s personal life, especially not a patient he had just met today.
“I suppose it’s no big deal.”
In any case, Cardy’s nephew would be out of the lab soon enough. Then none of them would have to worry about this anymore.
Watts took a bite of the bread generously spread with jam, contemplating what kind of illness Sebelia might be suffering from.
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For how long had she been lost in sleep? The gradually rising hunger began to disturb her slumber.
“Ugh….”
Just then, a soft and savory aroma tickled her nose. Sebelia unconsciously opened her eyes. She absentmindedly turned her head following the delicious scent and met the gaze of a man sitting at the kitchen table.
“You’re awake.”
The man had his long green hair loosely tied and approached her as he stood up. Sebelia recognized him by the white coat he was wearing.
“Oh, um…”
A pioneer in the field of incurable and rare disease, Dr. Watts. Perhaps, he was the one who would be able to cure her disease and give her the future she’d been forced to give up.
“Hello. I mean, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Turning to face Watts, Sebelia blushed at the thought of how rude she must have been. She hadn’t even greeted the owner of the house, and already she was casually dozing off in the living room.
Feeling embarrassed at her own impoliteness, Sebelia looked up at his seemingly stern face and then lowered her head. Regret and shame welled up within her.
However, Watts didn’t reprimand her.
“No need to force yourself. Let’s start with introductions.”
“Oh, thank you. My name is Bella.”
“Alright, Bella.”
Watts sat down across from her, his face impassive. As she observed his seemingly unaffected demeanor, Sebelia gradually regained her composure.
Her breathing calmed. Watts looked her over again, slowly, and cut to the chase.
“So, what is it that ails you?”
Sebelia swallowed hard at the direct question. The coal-black eyes stared deep into hers. It was sinking in that she stood at an irreversible crossroad. There would be no turning back now.
Was it Reese’s disease or not?
Was there a possibility that she might live?
The answers would come soon enough. The man in front of her, with his stern expression, held the truth of when her life would come to an end.
Even if the answer might not be what she wished for… She had decided not to regret coming this far.
With a calm expression, Sebelia opened her mouth to speak.
