After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 87
Watts nodded slowly in response to Sebelia’s words.
“Yes, that’s correct. It’s called Thornwood Disease. That’s why I asked if there’s anyone in your family with Lockwood heritage.”
“I see…”
Sebelia lowered her head. She calmly clasped her hands, placing them on her knees. She was glad to finally know the name of the disease but…she wasn’t sure if learning about its history was something to be happy about.
I had no idea I had Lockwood blood in me.
It was probably her mother who passed on this blood. Sebelia had memorized the family tree of the Wheddons. Their illustrious family tree was filled with the names of influential families, and there was no mention of a foreigner’s name anywhere.
Moreover, Father always spoke as if Mother wasn’t from the Empire.
That foreigner, that witch, that devilish woman. Sebelia remembered the words her father had uttered as he betrayed her and her mother.
Just coming to cure an illness, and now she was learning about a mother who had abandoned her in such a way. Life was truly unpredictable.
I wonder what kind of person my mother truly was.
Lockwood had been a closed-off country until recently, opening its doors to foreign countries. She had spent her life in the Capital in confinement, so Sebelia had never seen any person from Lockwood, not even in the northern regions.
But now she realized her mother must have been from there. Sebelia honestly didn’t know how to react. She was dumbstruck by this sudden revelation.
As these thoughts began to flood in, a cruel sentiment that had been suppressed even during adolescence started emerging indiscriminately. How did her mother end up coming to the Empire? And how did she meet her father?
Why did she leave me?
The question that naturally surfaced sharply scratched at her heart. The joy that had colored her face red now turned pale. Sebelia made an effort to take deep breaths. Meanwhile, Watts, who had been organizing his materials, suddenly let out a sigh.
“Oh, dear.”
Sebelia looked at him with a still pale face. Watts, seeming somewhat embarrassed, swept his hand through his hair and avoided her gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to ask one more thing while talking about Lockwood.”
To be honest, at this point, Sebelia wasn’t too keen on the idea of more questions. Nevertheless, she nodded calmly.
“Go ahead.”
“I apologize, but this will really be the last one.”
The questioner himself seemed to be less than pleased with the situation. He asked with a furrowed brow.
“Miss Bella, are you sure you’re okay with running into him?”
Sebelia’s blue eyes met Watts’s brown ones.
“He has now passed the dangerous phase. It means he no longer needs to stay confined to the bed. So… I’ll ask you one last time.”
“…”
“Is it okay for you to meet Dehart Inverness?”
* * *
Claude felt helpless for the second time in his life in front of Dehart. The first time he experienced such powerlessness… Well, it wasn’t a memory he wanted to dwell on.
He kept shaking his head like a child who doesn’t want to eat his vegetables, so Claude cut in front of him and asked again.
“Tell me about your connection with the patient downstairs.”
“…”
Dehart pursed her lips and avoided his gaze. No matter how much Claude thought about it, it was clear that Dehart was asking for his restraints to be released because of Bella, but Claude couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t tell him anything about her.
Both of them are all over the place.
Sebelia was being hunted, which was understandable, but what did this guy have to keep quiet about? He couldn’t fathom why Dehart remained silent and refused to use his right to speak. Observing the grown man before him, whose physique had developed but had the mentality of a seven-year-old, Claude sighed.
Then, Dehart suddenly parted his sealed lips.
“I need to confirm.”
“What?”
“I need to make sure she’s the one I’m looking for. Until then, I can’t give you an answer. It might involve you, too, if I’m not careful.”
“You say that as if she might be suspicious.”
“Yes, so back off. This is between her and me.”
Is she fake, is she real, is she a trap to bring him down, or is she not…Dehart bit his lip, feeling the weight of the situation. Regardless, he knew he had to meet her. Meeting her would be the first step to determine if she was a threat.
Until then, he couldn’t make any judgments.
“If you’re not going to cooperate with my plan, stop pestering me.”
There was something cold about the way Dehart said it.
Just then, with a gentle creak, the door opened, and in came Watts, carrying a bundle of keys.
