If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 100
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Curiosity and the desire to remain ignorant created a conflict in Agatha’s mind as she left the mansion. However, seeing the annex building reminded her not to let her emotions interfere with her plans.
If she let go, their relationship would end immediately. Holding on to a man who cowardly avoided responsibility and placed the blame on her was the height of foolishness. She no longer wanted to be hurt by people.
“Madam…”
Liana’s worried voice brought Agatha back to reality.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Agatha held a painting in her hand, the one the artist had secretly given her at the temple. Up until she arrived at the temple, she had secretly hoped that the artist would bring back nothing.
The fear that she would crumble if the painting depicted the same red-haired woman from Cain’s drawing was overwhelming. But, as always, her worst fears came true.
The artist, after receiving his promised payment, had handed over the painting and confirmed that he had seen the red-haired woman with his own eyes.
Despite her not asking, he elaborated on the red-haired woman’s appearance and how she was protected by the knights—details Agatha had no desire to hear. Noticing her cold reaction, the artist quickly fell silent and excused himself, having taken all he was owed.
Even after he left, Agatha remained there for a long time.
She had confirmed her husband’s infidelity with her own eyes. The ugly truth about him, which she had tried to ignore, was now undeniable. She felt lost, unsure of where to go next. The mansion no longer felt like home.
“…Liana.”
“Yes, Madam?”
“Where should I go now?”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t know where to go.”
“Madam, it’s starting to rain. We should return to the mansion immediately.”
Raindrops began to fall, gradually wetting Agatha’s head. Concerned that Agatha’s clothes might get soaked, Liana hurriedly pulled her away.
They ran out of the temple, and Liana called for the waiting carriage to come closer. Shaking the water from her hair, Agatha climbed into the carriage.
The drawing in her hand was crumpled beyond recognition.
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The carriage carrying Agatha arrived at the mansion just as the sun had fully set. Lindsay, one of the maids, fretted about her getting wet, worried she might catch a cold, she rushed to prepare warm water.
Everything felt overwhelmingly exhausting. Agatha didn’t want to speak to anyone. More accurately, she didn’t have the energy to respond to anyone.
Noticing Agatha’s silence, Lindsay quietly lit a fire in the hearth and left the room. She somehow sensed that her mistress wasn’t in the mood to talk.
Agatha, staring blankly at the growing flames, threw the drawing she had been clutching into the fireplace. The small, palm-sized picture was quickly engulfed in the fire, disappearing without a trace.
Still gazing at the fire, Agatha reached into her pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. It seemed she couldn’t sleep easily tonight.
She shook out two or three pills and swallowed them without hesitation. Feeling as though she couldn’t move a muscle, she collapsed onto the bed. It had been an incredibly exhausting day.
Agatha closed her eyes, hoping for the medicine to take effect quickly.
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When Agatha opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by darkness. She felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe.
Was it the medicine she had taken? She assumed the dizziness was due to the medication until she heard someone sigh near her ear, making her jump.
The suffocating pressure on her chest was caused by someone’s large body lying on top of her. She was gasping for air, her head spinning uncontrollably.
“Wait, wait…”
Agatha urgently grasped the arm of the person moving atop her. The man, sweating profusely from his exertions, gradually locked eyes with her in response to her desperate plea.
As he paused and took a few deep breaths, her vision began to adjust to the darkness.
It was Cain Vernat. Agatha’s reflection was clearly visible in his deep blue eyes.
The last thing she remembered was taking two sleeping pills from Liana before lying down. After witnessing undeniable proof of her husband’s infidelity, Agatha knew she couldn’t sleep peacefully. Despite Liana’s objections, she resorted to medication.
Unfortunately, the medicine had been a mistake. She had fallen into such a deep sleep that she hadn’t even noticed Cain entering the room and climbing onto her.
The realization filled her with shame.
Even in the dim light of the single candle barely illuminating the room, she could clearly see his pupils. Cain gazed at her steadily, then glanced down at her hand gripping his arm, silently questioning why she had stopped him.
