If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 51
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“Gasp.”
Fresh, crimson blood spurted out. John removed his hand from the dress and covered his throat. Even with his large hand, it was not enough to stop the flowing blood.
Kuh, cough. The blood that couldn’t come out before now poured out through his mouth.
Agatha, horrified by the hot liquid that covered her chest, pushed John away with all her strength.
“Uh, uh….”
John, who had stood like a wall no matter how much she pushed, weakly fell to the side.
The dark hour illuminated only by the moonlight hidden between the carriage lamps and the bushes. The blood, partially obscured in the darkness, was more akin to black than crimson.
The sound of blood flowing persisted. The relief of escaping from the dreadful clutches of John Calvino was short-lived. Agatha, seeing an amount of blood she had never witnessed before, felt something recoiling from within.
Nausea welled up. She had only eaten a bit of soup for breakfast and had a cup of tea for lunch. But even that refused to stay in her stomach.
“Ugh…!”
Pushing herself away from John with her foot on the ground, Agatha left him lying on the floor and began to run in the opposite direction.
After a few steps, a strong urge to vomit surged from within. She tried to cover her mouth with her hands, but it was futile.
Whether it was due to the shock of seeing the blood or the fact that she had stabbed someone, Agatha couldn’t distinguish. She retched several more times, despite there being nothing to come out. As if it would be better to vomit blood, she painfully heaved.
Agatha, leaning against a tree, looked precarious. She couldn’t dare to turn around. She feared that John, with his head buried in the dirt, would turn towards her with his bloodshot eyes. At any moment, he might mumble curses and rush towards her, grabbing her hair again.
The shock was so overwhelming that her mind went blank for a moment before spinning into dizziness. It felt like someone was reaching out to pull her from the ground. Her head spun, and nausea engulfed her. Her vision blurred.
As the vomiting subsided, tears welled up immediately.
Tap, thud, thud.
Behind Agatha, the sound of hooves approached. Someone had come. Was it Ethan? She tried to turn around, but her legs lost strength, and she ended up sitting down.
“There!”
“It’s the Grand Duke residence’s carriage.”
“Hurry, check it!”
Ah. Thank goodness. The sound of hooves was not an illusion. The voices of people who seemed to be looking for her echoed one after another.
Agatha, struggling to steady her dizzy head, slowly turned her gaze. Though her vision was blurry, she could make out several horses and people holding lamps. They were all armed.
“There’s someone injured here!”
“Check her face! And find the lady!”
As the surroundings brightened, her chest, once suffocating, found relief as Agatha’s eyes met someone’s.
Though the distance prevented a clear view of the face, it wasn’t Ethan. The overwhelming presence emanating from the large figure was simply overpowering.
Agatha was familiar with such a man. In her childhood, her father, with his imposing appearance, had been a reliable shield. When she looked up at her father who was as towering as a mountain, nothing seemed daunting, and there was no cause for worry.
“Father….”
Agatha collapsed to the ground. The massive man she had locked eyes with started running towards her.
“Agatha!”
The man, who covered the distance in a few strides, swiftly caught Agatha, who seemed about to fall. His embrace was reassuring.
“Agatha, Agatha. Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
The blood on her body was entirely John’s. However, the man misunderstood, his face frozen in horror at the white dress stained with the apparent blood.
“I’m… I’m …”
She tried to say she was fine, but her tongue felt stiff, and no words came out.
“Agatha? Look at me. Agatha!”
Her whole body trembled uncontrollably; she couldn’t seem to calm down. Amidst this, Agatha extended her hand, pointing somewhere.
Liana. Agatha was worried about Liana, who must have collapsed somewhere after being struck by John.
“That child will be taken care of by the knights, so don’t worry. You seem to be more of a concern right now.”
The man, holding her in his arms, got up. A comforting scent emanated from his neck.
It was a familiar scent, a combination of grass and an iron-like odor, a cold fragrance. It was Cain’s.
Agatha looked up at the man’s face with trembling eyes. A man with a cold face and brown hair. It was indeed Cain.
Confirming that Cain had come to take her, Agatha slumped into a daze.
