I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 95
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Dell picked up a sharp pair of tweezers from the first aid kit and carefully extracted the thorn embedded in Emilia’s palm.
“Ouch.”
“Just hold on a moment. It’s embedded deeply; you should see a doctor.”
Dell quickly disinfected and treated the wound, but she insisted that Emilia should see a doctor due to the risk of infection.
“It’s okay. We can go to the doctor later. Tell me what happened first.”
“…Well…”
Dell hesitated, struggling to find the words. Was it something difficult to explain?
Her hands trembled slightly, clearly shaken with fear.
Emilia was frustrated by the lack of clear answers, so she got up and approached the door. She carefully pushed it open.
As the door opened, a foul smell of blood assaulted her nostrils.
Her heart pounded. Flashes from the day’s events flickered before her eyes.
Had an assassin broken in?
Emilia stepped out into the corridor, which was smeared with red blood. However, there was only a trail left behind—no sign of whoever had bled.
But what was strange was that the blood was concentrated in front of her room alone, nowhere else.
“…”
Emilia felt her skin crawl. There were marks on her door as if it had been stabbed with something sharp, along with traces of someone trying to grasp the door.
Could the thuds she heard in the night have been the sounds of someone trying to break in?
Other than that, she didn’t notice any other signs of disturbance.
A chilling sensation swept over her as she realized the source of the noise.
“Come, come, go back inside.”
Dell hurriedly approached Emilia and grabbed her hand.
Dell’s fingertips were ice-cold, likely from the shock.
“Dell, calm down. It’s okay.”
Although Emilia was startled herself, she tried to appear calm to reassure Dell.
At that moment, Byne approached quickly and blocked her view.
“Madam, we will move you to another room. Everything you need is already in the new room, so you can follow me right now.”
“…Sir Byne. Could you please explain what exactly is going on?”
“I’m sorry, I cannot discuss anything.”
“Was someone trying to harm me?”
“I cannot tell you that either.”
Emilia stopped in her tracks, frustrated by Byne who remained silent to all her questions.
“Dell, find out where His Grace is.”
“Yes, yes!”
Dell glanced around nervously before quickly disappearing. Emilia was resigned to her helplessness in the situation.
‘The security at the Duke’s estate couldn’t be this lax. There must be something going on.’
Emilia was not naive. She knew that Heinrich’s estate was not the type to easily allow intruders.
“What is His Grace hiding? Or if someone is plotting something… I need to find out who would be so desperate to kill me.”
It was clear that someone harbored lethal intentions towards her.
* * *
Mikhail sat in his office, pressing his temples with one hand.
“Has the situation been handled?”
“Yes, there are no casualties. Should we leave it as is?”
“I didn’t expect such actions tonight.”
If the guards had not been alert in the early morning, it could have led to a severe incident.
“Any witnesses?”
“None. They’ve been dealt with.”
“The fact that the maid returned to the estate tonight fits the story.”
“This could cause a significant impact if we’re not careful. And now…”
“Your Grace, Madam has arrived.”
A servant knocked from beyond the door and announced Emilia’s arrival. Kartho remained silent, looking at Mikhail.
“Tell her I’m too busy; it’s inconvenient now.”
“I think that would be inconvenient for me too.”
Emilia opened the door and entered.
Her face appeared calm, but Mikhail quickly noticed the anxiety lurking in her eyes.
“I came because it seems you have something to tell me. Don’t you?”
Emilia approached Mikhail. He looked into her eyes and noticed the bandage wrapped around her hand.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“If there was an assassin, I have a right to know.”
“When it was time to say you didn’t care if you died, where was this fear? Now that you truly face a potentially fatal situation, you’re scared.”
“No one wishes to be murdered by a stranger while they sleep. You may wish that upon me, Your Grace, but I certainly do not.”
Emilia clenched her fist as she spoke. A sudden grimace from pain crossed her face as she inadvertently hurt her wound. She then relaxed her grip.
Mikhail’s gaze fixed on her hand.
“A maid sent from the royal household slipped out of the estate at night and returned. I tolerated it because I was trying to gather information. Later, I heard that this maid headed towards your room.”
“…Are you saying that maid tried to kill me?”
“I can’t be sure. Unfortunately, she died before I could question her.”
“…Did you kill the maid, Your Grace?”
“If a maid who had been to the palace died, who do you think would be responsible?”
Emilia couldn’t easily answer his question.
A maid intent on killing her and the one who might have killed such a maid.
Yet, the fact remained that she was still in danger.
“Does it matter who did it?”
“It seems not to you.”
