After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 98
The two of them quickly moved the unconscious Sebelia to her room. While Dehart stayed by her side, Claude went to fetch Watts from the laboratory.
“Go get some warm water and towels.”
Claude nodded at Watts’s instruction. He returned to the room carrying a basin but halted at the threshold, unable to cross it. He saw Dehart standing rigidly, his face pale like a statue.
“Ha.”
Yes, he knew this wasn’t an ordinary relationship. A sigh escaped Claude’s lips. Who would go to such lengths just to uncover a single lie? He set the basin down on the nightstand and glanced at Dehart once more.
[I want the truth, and she’s hiding it.]
When he first heard those words, he wondered if both of them were caught up in something dangerous. Perhaps Bella had leaked false information and then fled.
But the Bella he had seen was not that kind of person. Above all, she was a patient with a rare disease who had come to them in the final stages of death, seeking life.
Claude was now convinced that his thoughts had been correct.
“The towels and basin are here. If you need anything else, just let me know. I’ll go downstairs and get it.”
“I’m fine for now. It seems that sudden fatigue overwhelmed her body. Her immunity may have weakened a bit. We’ll need to keep a close watch on her for a while.”
Watts calmly stated as he rose to his feet. Dehart’s complexion shifted noticeably as he stood across from him. His pale face turned an ashen blue before returning to its original color.
“She… is sick?”
His hoarse voice echoed in the room for a brief moment. Soon, he closed his lips tightly, clenching his jaw as if to suppress his thoughts. Claude swallowed a sigh at the stubbornness.
If this was going to happen, why the hell pretend to have amnesia? You’re treating Bella like she’s a criminal, yet you’re more seriously worried than I am.
Claude had to restrain himself from grabbing Dehart by the collar and shaking him as he recalled the day they first met.
[Nice to meet you; I’m Dehart.]
To be honest, he had been nervous. He worried that Dehart might suddenly lash out at Sebelia, breaking his promise. So he had been secretly gathering his strength.
[Do you happen to know me? I’m sorry, but I lost my memory recently… ]
However, contrary to his expectations, Dehart faced her calmly. In fact, there was no malicious intent in his gaze, which was directed at her. The raw anger and betrayal that often accompany someone who has been wronged were notably absent.
Instead, he appeared more confused than ever. Even though he was very young, he could see it clearly in him, as he had practically raised Dehart.
His hands twitched as if he wanted to reach out to her immediately, and his heels were lifted unconsciously…
[Ah… I’m sorry; I don’t feel well because of the smell.]
That was the peak moment.
“Tsk.”
After Watts left, Claude looked down at Dehart, who was kneeling beside the bed, and clicked his tongue. What could possibly be wrong with him? He felt frustrated, unable to understand Dehart’s twisted inner world.
“I’ll take care of her for now, so you should go back.”
“No.”
“Don’t be stubborn; just go back. Think about how surprised Bella will be when she wakes up and sees you.”
“…”
Dehart’s glare was fierce. Well, it was clear that whatever secret they were hiding wasn’t as serious as he thought. From what he had heard through the newspapers and other sources, his nephew wasn’t the type to quietly observe a traitor; he would drag them straight to the torture chamber.
Claude secretly felt relieved as he wrung out a damp cloth.
“What illness does she have?”
“What?”
Claude asked again as he wiped Sebelia’s forehead with the cloth. Dehart frowned. Claude looked at him in confusion before returning to his task. Then, a more distinct voice rang out.
“What illness is she suffering from…?!”
He forced himself to look away from Sebelia, who lay peacefully with her eyes gently closed, and spat out his question. The edges of his trembling golden eyes turned white.
Suddenly, a spark burst in the air.
“…Watts, come here immediately!”
Claude jumped up from his seat.
* * *
She had a strange dream. The setting was a fog-covered lakeside. Soft reeds taller than her waist surrounded the area. She was holding someone’s hand as she boarded a boat.
Was she nervous? It seemed so. She didn’t even know who her companion was, and she felt anxious. But the tense atmosphere didn’t last long.
[Be careful.]
She heard a voice. The moment he began to row, droplets of water splashed onto his face. Both of them let out incredulous laughter. In an instant, her heart felt tight.
As she reached out to wipe away the water droplets from his eyes, she noticed something shimmering on his wrist.
“Ah.”
Slowly, Sebelia opened her eyes and sighed. She thought she had seen something sparkling.
She looked around. The familiar room was empty.
