After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 8
“Please…I don’t know anything. I’ve never been to such a place, agh…!”
Dehart crossed his arms, his gaze menacing. It had been half a day since he caught the bastard. The guy hadn’t uttered a word about how he got involved.
I can’t let it end here.
Dehart clicked his tongue and ran his hand through his hair. He gestured, and his subordinates stopped the torture.
“Keep it moderate, but keep him breathing. And…”
Just as he turned away, an unpleasant odor accompanied by a disturbing warmth filled the blood-scented room. Scanning the room, he noticed that Ryan was holding something.
Ryan held it out for Dehart. “It’s not good if you keep skipping meals.”
Dehart realized the source of the unsettling scent. Dehart looked down at the ruddy red meat in its wrapper and wrinkled his nose. The pungent, spice-laden odor assaulted his sense of smell.
As the silence lingered, Ryan nonchalantly added, “It was being sold at the nearby market. Seemed quite popular with the customers.”
“Am I supposed to be interested in that right now, Ryan?” Dehart raised an eyebrow, standing up from his seat. “Eat that stuff yourself. I’ll never understand those perverse tastes of yours. You or her…”
Dehart, who had been speaking disgruntledly, stopped abruptly. He took a moment to reflect on what he had said. He chuckled at the absurdity of it all.
“I heard the smell of blood makes a man turn.”
Mumbling to himself with his hand covering his mouth, Dehart, with heavy and uneven steps, exited the room. Ryan silently watched his retreating figure.
* * *
Meanwhile, Sebelia was arguing with the butler. “It’s my right, Grose.”
“Even if you say so, Madam, there’s nothing I can do.”
Sebelia spoke with a chilly tone. The two were clashing over entry into the underground vault. When it seemed she wouldn’t back down, Gross showed signs of discomfort.
Honestly, he couldn’t understand why Sebelia was behaving like this.
Is she trying to act like a proper mistress of the house all of a sudden?
Even without this recent behavior, Grose had sensed that something was off with Sebelia. Especially those eyes that stared at him in front of the greenhouse.
Clearly, there is something going on.
Grose eyed Sebelia with suspicion. Sebelia’s words about taking her dowry from the vault seemed to be nothing more than an excuse.
“You know that there are many other valuables in the underground vaults besides your dowry, so…” Grose rambled on, and Sebelia cut him off.
“Are you insinuating that I might steal from my own house?”
Sebelia’s face was stern and unyielding. Grose shrugged his shoulders, feigning incredulity.
“Heh, there you go taking it that way again. Anyway, Madam, you seem overly sensitive about everything.”
He deliberately acted as if he were being critical, perhaps trying to compensate for the previous incident where he felt overwhelmed by her air. Sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs, he stroked his mustache.
“Well, honestly speaking, I can’t say I’m not worried.”
“…”
“And I’m not doing this on purpose. I’m sure you understand.”
Sebelia’s eyes, which had been looking down at him, turned icy.
“Isn’t the reason things turned out this way in the first place due to Madam’s reckless actions?” He mocked her, raising Sebelia as he spoke, “So, if you wish to enter the vault, please get my master’s permission.”
As soon as he said that, Grose picked up his pen and went back to focusing on his paperwork, ignoring her completely. It was utter disregard. Sebelia watched him for a moment, then returned to the room wordlessly.
“Ha.”
Sebelia went straight to her desk and pulled open one of the drawers with a sigh. If the butler was going to be that way, then she had ideas of her own.
* * *
“Such a delightful fragrance.”
Flora was enjoying a leisurely tea time in a room that, unlike Sebelia’s, was luxurious and extravagant, reminiscent of a duchess’s chamber.
“Brother, I can’t understand why you’re letting such precious things go to waste.”
She was Dehart’s cousin, possessing an arrogant and insolent demeanor. An even bigger issue was that despite people knowing about her personality, they still indulged her.
“Huh, I miss him.” Flora sighed alone, smirking to herself. All of this was possible because she and Dehart had grown up together, like true siblings. When Dehart lost his parents, his uncle Roger took him in and raised him like a real son.
“When he returns, I should ask him for the duchess’s chamber,” she said. “It’s better than leaving it as a dust pit.”
Of course, she was looking at Dehart as more than just a cousin.
It won’t be long now.
