After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 99
Only then did she recall what had happened just before she fainted.
Suddenly, my vision started to spin, and I felt dizzy.
Before she could say anything, she had collapsed.
“It seems the two moved me. I’ll have to thank them later.”
She sighed and carefully examined her reflection in a hand mirror, wondering if she had vomited blood.
I’m paler than usual, but…
Since her throat didn’t feel hot or swollen, it seemed she hadn’t. After checking that, she checked if her hands and feet were functioning properly.
Only after some time had passed did she feel reassured enough to burrow into the blankets.
“Thank goodness…”
The memory of the dream had faded. The lingering afterimages that remained when she opened her eyes disappeared without a trace.
But there was no reason to be sad. In the face of cold reality, ephemeral daydreams held no power.
Knock, knock. A voice from outside the door called out.
“Miss Bella, just checking in. Are you awake?”
“Ah. Yes, I’m awake.”
“That’s a relief. Watts prepared some medicine for you when you woke up, and I think it’s best for you to take it now.”
“Okay.”
Feeling his warm concern even through the door, Sebelia smiled faintly. Then, she heard the doorknob turn. She set the hand mirror down and poured herself a glass of water from the cup on the nightstand.
However, the door suddenly swung open and then slammed shut again.
“…?”
As Sebelia tilted her head in confusion, a small argument began outside the door. Dehart, having turned Claude around, whispered in a restrained voice.
“I’ll handle it.”
“Enough; go back to your room. Don’t you remember what happened earlier? You’re one of the patients who needs to rest too. You know your withdrawal symptoms haven’t completely disappeared.”
Dehart had almost had another episode while beside the collapsed Sebelia. He couldn’t allow someone in that state back into the room.
Claude turned away and freed himself from Dehart’s grip. As he reached for the doorknob, Dehart grabbed his wrist.
“I just had an injection.”
“Ugh, come on…”
Claude pressed his forehead in exasperation as Dehart snatched a tray from him. Meanwhile, Sebelia had just sat up in bed, wondering what was going on.
Dehart pushed Claude aside and politely knocked on the door. Knock, knock. At the sound of the knocking, Sebelia paused. Soon, Dehart’s gentle voice floated in.
“Bella, if it’s not too much trouble, may I open the door? If you’re uncomfortable, I can leave the tray with the medicine outside the door for you to take when it’s convenient.”
“…Ah, you can come in. Just a moment.”
Sebelia asked for a moment and returned to the bed. Dehart raised the corners of his mouth as he looked back at Claude, who shook his head in disbelief.
After adjusting her clothes and checking her reflection in the hand mirror once more, Sebelia said, “You can come in now.”
“Then excuse me.”
Click, Dehart entered the room, holding the tray.
Unlike the morning, the atmosphere felt much calmer now. Claude followed him in, raising an eyebrow as he alternately looked at Sebelia and Dehart.
“You’ll feel much better after you take this.”
“Thank you.”
Without hesitation, Sebelia swallowed the medicine he handed her. She could sense the two men watching her with a hint of hesitation.
When she looked at them with questioning eyes, Claude cleared his throat.
“Ahem, how are you feeling? You must have been quite startled when you suddenly fainted.”
“Ah… I wasn’t that surprised. I had thought something like this might happen someday.”
“You thought something like this would happen someday?”
Dehart interrupted, his eyes wide with disbelief. When Sebelia looked at him with wide eyes, he seemed to realize that he had reacted too strongly and fell silent.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“It’s understandable to be surprised. He ran over when he saw you collapse,” Claude added in defense of Dehart.
Hmm. Sebelia fiddled with the rim of her empty glass, lowering her gaze slightly.
An awkward silence settled in. The silence was broken by Dehart suddenly rummaging through the nightstand.
“Mr….Dehart?”
“I kept this in case you forgot.”
What emerged from the drawer was the book Sebelia had been reading. She hadn’t even thought about it. Sebelia opened her mouth slightly as she accepted the book.
Did he really come back to get this after moving me to my room?
But why? As she brushed her fingers over the dew-damp cover, her mood sank. He had never shown such care during their marriage.
Is this his true nature?
A chill swept through her chest. She didn’t want to see this side of him. Setting the book beside her, Sebelia spoke in a dry voice.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
Claude stood a step away, watching the two of them.
