After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 84
Sebelia walked Claude to his room before heading to the living room. She didn’t know what was going on, but she thought she’d make him a hot cup of cocoa to help him recover from the shock.
However, there was an unexpected guest. Watts, coming out of the kitchen, blinked slowly as he saw her. His attempt to stifle a yawn made him look quite drowsy.
“Miss Bella, I thought you were going for a walk.”
“I was going to, but… Mr. Cardy didn’t look too good when he came down from upstairs, so I took him to his room.”
“Hmm…”
Watts, upon hearing Sebelia’s words, stroked his chin and turned his gaze towards the stairs. She sensed that he, too, thought that Dehart might be the cause. After sighing, he handed her the cup he was holding
“There’s nothing we can do. Please take this to Claude, or Cardy, I mean.”
“Yes. Are you going upstairs to see the patient, Mr. Watts?”
“Since their caretaker disappeared, I have to take care of it.”
Watts shrugged and went upstairs. Watching his retreating figure, Sebelia made her way to Claude’s room.
“So Claude was his original name. Then Cardy is… probably a nickname.”
In his tiredness, Watts slipped up, something he didn’t usually do. Thanks to that, Sebelia now knew Cardy’s real name.
I should have known that it sounded too cute to have been a proper name.
With bronze hair, golden eyes, and a physique as strong as Dehart’s, Claude was a charming man with a gentle smile. So, Sebelia secretly thought that his name and appearance didn’t quite match.
Claude suits him better.
But why did he give her his nickname, Cardy, when I would have given him the name Claude and kept his cheerful nickname hidden? Sebelia narrowed her eyes at the question that naturally came to her.
Could it have something to do with his origins?
Claude’s casual use of Dehart’s name, the desperation in his tone when he asked if she knew anything about his medical condition. It was clear that he was close to him in some way.
What’s more, his physical appearance bore a striking resemblance to Dehart’s, most notably his piercing golden eyes. Until now, she had been deliberately avoiding the truth…but now it was becoming more difficult to ignore it.
He’s Dehart’s relative who’s likely been hiding his identity. Should I investigate or should I continue to pretend not to know?
Which would be more beneficial for her? As soon as one worry disappeared, a new one arose. Was this what they call an unlucky life? Sebelia sighed and knocked on the door.
Knock, knock.
Soon, Claude’s weakened voice came from inside the room.
* * *
“Yes, Mr. Patient. What do you need?”
As Watts opened the door, he didn’t bother hiding his exhaustion. As if he wasn’t tired enough, this uncle and nephew had been bickering at every turn.
We’re done detoxing him, so should I just kick him out now?
Watts had no idea why the patient kept taking that kind of medicine, but his current condition wasn’t bad. If he was properly fed and given some exercise for a week, it wouldn’t be too difficult to kick him out of the research facility.
That would quiet things down a bit. It’s already annoying that Claude sneaks in quietly in the early morning.
Watts started feeling more and more inclined to kick him out just thinking about it. He stifled a yawn that escaped. His brown eyes, lazy and relaxed, narrowed as they fell upon Dehart.
Dehart was looking out the shut window, admiring the newly blooming flowers.
“…Have you checked and taken the medication I’ve prescribed for you?”
“Is this how doctors tell their patients that they’ve gone insane? That’s interesting.”
“You still have that sharp tongue, thank goodness. If you didn’t mouth off, then you might have needed a psychiatric evaluation.”
Dehart’s expression changed from calm to incredulous. His eyes asked if Watts was being serious, and Watts nodded gravely.
“Something might have gone wrong during the detox process.”
“…Hah. Fine. Enough arguing then.”
Dehart’s chest rose and fell. After a heavy sigh, he turned towards Watts and said, “I need an explanation about exactly what happened to me.”
“No wonder he dashed off. It’s like you’ve been replaced with a whole other person.”
Watts clicked his tongue and leaned his head against the wall. The Dehart he had seen suffering from seizures was a completely different man. Gone was the fragile, self-destructive aura of cracked glass, and in its place was a regal northern duke.
“Tsk.”
So that’s the Duke of Inverness. It was no wonder that Claude’s heart was so shaken. Watts thought it might be time to administer sedatives and kick Dehart out. But now that the man was rejuvenated and had regained his composure, they couldn’t just throw him around like a rag doll anymore.
…I suppose that would be too much.
There was no choice. Watts straightened his posture, running his hand through his disheveled hair.
There was a serious glint in Dehart’s eyes.
