The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 34
‘This won’t do.’
Nina had no other choice but to tell him that the chandelier’s condition had been strange.
The only option was to persuade him, even if it’s a long shot.
“Marquis, the truth is…”
Just as she decided to be honest and opened her mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing right now?”
Ash appeared.
His gray eyes were sharp enough to cut.
“Allen, you should leave now.”
In a voice filled with suppressed anger, the Marquis shook his head and stepped back.
“Even if you showed up late, what’s the reason for approaching my friend…”
She was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected situation.
“H-Honey, step aside.”
Clink, clink….
She heard it clearly.
It was a faint sound that could only be heard if you were focusing intently on the ceiling.
What could it mean for the chandelier’s crystals to be shaking?
“What…?”
Snap—!
In that fleeting moment when she heard something snap, she lunged at Ash and pushed him away with all her strength.
CRASH!
A heavy and sharp crash echoed from behind.
“…….”
The sudden noise brought a hush over the room.
Nina, trembling with her eyes tightly shut, was startled by the firm sensation against her cheek and lifted her head.
It seemed that while pushing, she had fallen together with Ash, who was now beneath her.
“…Are you okay?”
He looked frozen, his eyes slightly wide open, clearly shocked.
No wonder.
The chandelier had fallen, and he would never have imagined that Nina would save him.
‘Oops, I should get off him.’
She had ended up in his embrace, someone who would dislike even the slightest touch from her.
But just as she tried to move.
“Ugh….”
A shiver ran through my body as my lips trembled and I let out a groan.
A hot and sharp pain shot up my right leg.
Nina turned her head toward the source of the pain while supporting herself on the floor.
“Ow….”
Fragments of shattered crystals were scattered over her skirt, and beneath it, red blood was slowly spreading.
“Sister!”
As soon as she realized she was injured, an excruciating pain erupted in her leg, bringing tears to her eyes.
“Aagh…”
Even the slightest movement sent searing pain through her sensitive nerves.
It felt like her leg had been slashed by a blade.
…Hopefully, it’s not too bad.
“Sister, are you okay?! Can you move?!”
“I’m, ok…ay.”
Nina forced a smile despite her pale face.
Neville had likely been waiting for an opportunity to declare a complete break from her, but seeing his sister hurt seemed to erase such thoughts from his mind.
Neville approached with a deathly pale face, visibly panicked.
“Someone, call the doctor immediately!”
“Dear, first, let’s move her to a quiet place, hurry!”
Duke and Duchess Granvil, who had also arrived, commanded the situation with equally pale faces.
Having an accident like this at a birthday celebration that should be filled with congratulations was naturally shocking.
As the hosts responsible for the guests’ enjoyment and safety, their reactions were understandable.
Shock, surprise, concern.
“I’m… fine…”
Nina murmured in pain under the downpour of gazes and suddenly tensed up.
“Where should I take her?”
Ash carefully lifted her as if cradling a princess.
His solid arms and the reassuring weight of his scent.
It was the first time she had been in her husband’s arms.
An event she never even dared to hope for.
…Could this be a sign of leniency?
Hopefully, it is.
“This way, please.”
The pale Duchess Granvil hastily led the way, and Ash followed her while holding Nina.
“Sister, you’re okay, right? Aren’t you?”
Neville babbled nervously, while Allen followed with a stiff expression as if he were in shock.
It had been a long time since she received such concerned attention from so many people, and it felt strangely moving.
***
After receiving first aid from the doctor, Nina asked for everyone except Neville to leave the room, citing the need to speak with her brother alone.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nina sighed and muttered,
“How fortunate. It’s not as bad as I thought.”
“Fortunate? You call this fortunate?”
Neville’s eyes flared sharply.
Her right foot, ankle, and calf were covered in scratches and cuts from the broken crystal shards.
For a lady to have scars on her body and to consider it nothing was sheer madness to Neville.
