I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 117



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Love
2024.02.25.

“Ha. Are you threatening me with your precious life right now? Your life is already mine. I can kill you with one finger at any time.”

“Then kill me now.”

Cordelia moved closer to Anton, unlike before. Anton frowned and pulled his face back instead.

“It’s not worth talking about.”

“I don’t know what you plan to do with me, but it would be advantageous to negotiate if my life is still there. Even if you take my body to the Master, you won’t get what you want.”

He kept his mouth shut, and she could tell that her expectations were somewhat accurate.

“If I kill them, I’ll die somehow. There are countless ways to do it, so there’s no need to talk too loudly.”

“Are you saying you’ll give up your life for the knights?”

“I’d rather give up my life for the knights who protected me than be used by the Elector Count of Embly. “What difference would it make if I died early anyway?”

Anton thought for a moment. It was unclear whether Cordelia would actually throw her life away like a scorpion or not, but it would be a problem if she died early. Besides, it would be better to have one more weakness that could restrict her actions besides the poison.

“Okay. I’ll let you both live. So drink.”

Anton held out the bottle to her, pretending to be merciful. Her arms were still tied, so all she could do was open her mouth. The liquid that touched her tongue was bitter and painful. Cordelia drank it all in one gulp.

“I hope Embly treasures honor and promise. Vasquez sold everything for alcohol.”

“That woman!”

Pablo’s cold, angry roar struck her ears, but it soon subsided. Soon, it was not such a trivial voice that dominated her. The pain that felt like her intestines were being torn out controlled her entire body. Cordelia clenched her molars without even being able to scream.

The pain was different from when she had previously performed a spell to prevent the devil from descending. A strong pain hit the back of her head as if it was trying to sever her breathing.

Her body must have noticed it, as the sensation connecting the pain and her body loosened and she soon lost consciousness.

* * *

Cordelia stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time after opening her eyes, as if she had had many dreams but couldn’t remember anything when she woke up.

It took a long time for her to realize that she was in an unfamiliar place. The feeling in her fingers was also slow to return, so Cordelia was confused as to whether she was in reality or a dream.

“Oh my.”

At that moment, a woman dressed as a maid opened the door and came in, making eye contact with Cordelia.

“Are you awake? I couldn’t get up for longer than I thought, so the master came to check on me several times.”

“Who, ahem, who?”

She barely managed to wake up her voice after coughing, perhaps because she hadn’t used her voice for a long time. The gentle-looking maid with brown hair bowed slightly and greeted her.

“I’m Chelsea. While you are here, I will be your attendant.”

“This is?”

“Hasimus.”

“Hasimus? Is it Embly’s territory?”

“Yes. It is a place where the roses of May are very beautiful.”

Cordelia had difficulty understanding this strange conversation. She naturally thought that they would drag her here like a prisoner and put her in some kind of dungeon, but she was surprised to be given a maid in such a luxurious guest room.

“Just a moment. The master told me to let you know when you wake up.”

Chelsea politely bowed and left the room.

Cordelia straightened her waist. That was all she could do, but her whole body felt weak and her head was spinning. She was out of breath and her hands and feet were terribly numb, as if she had run at full speed. She

groaned and struggled to get out of bed. However, her body felt strangely weak.

“What you ate was a deadly poison called Tarcia.”

As she barely got up and stood, holding onto the bedpost, she heard a heavy man’s voice. Cordelia exhaled sharply and raised her head. Anton and Chelsea were standing in the doorway.

“You shouldn’t move already, Miss.”

Chelsea smiled wryly and approached Cordelia, supporting her. Cordelia asked Anton while being supported by Chelsea.

“Tarcia?”

“A poison that causes your internal organs to melt and die if you don’t take the antidote once every ten days.”

Anton’s words about your internal organs melting and dying didn’t seem realistic enough. Cordelia looked down at her body. Then she looked at Anton again.

“What about Beluche and Sir Gasil?”

“Aren’t you asking more about the poison you took?”

“I think you’ve explained it well enough. The antidote is probably only available to the Elector, and since you’d die anyway if you ran away, he probably gave you this luxurious room instead of a dungeon.”

Anton pursed his lips. He had thought she was extraordinary since the first time he saw her, but her expression didn’t change at all even after she was poisoned. How could he be so bold? It was hard to believe that she was the blood of Pablo Vasquez, who had given up his daughter’s life without hesitation for a mere 100,000 ringgits.

“Are those two okay?”

“Mervan escaped in the middle. He wasn’t caught, so he must have returned to his master. Beluche Ingrion broke the prison as soon as he was locked up, so he had iron balls tied to his legs.”

“I guess she’s still alive.”

Cordelia smiled faintly upon hearing the news of Beluche. She was relieved that they were both safe.

Her smile didn’t match the situation. Anton took a step closer to her with a puzzled look.

“How old are you?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because you’re not your age.”

“What does age matter? If you grow up under a father who sold his daughter three times, you’ll grow up like me.”

Cordelia answered somewhat indifferently. Anton thought of Rosaline. Unlike his daughter, who was as fragile as a glass flower that would break if touched, Cordelia was like a wild flower that bloomed on her own without anyone paying attention to her.

At that moment, Cordelia’s knees buckled and her body swayed. Anton hesitated as he tried to help her without realizing it. How hypocritical it was to reach out after poisoning her.

“Please lie down quickly. I only gave you some water while you were lying down, but that won’t be enough. I’ll tell the kitchen to make some soup.”

Chelsea led Cordelia to the bed. Cordelia obediently followed the maid’s instructions and lay down on the bed. It was difficult for her to even walk a single step, so recovering her body was the priority for now.

Anton wandered around Cordelia with lukewarm eyes. Cordelia said as if she was annoyed.

“Why?”

“… … What?”

“Why don’t you go and just stand there? “ Do you have anything to say?”

“… … .”

It felt as if the positions of the host and guest had been reversed. Anton was familiar with this situation, but also unfamiliar.

“Why aren’t you asking me why I poisoned you?”

“You’re probably going to demand something from me, Master, using my life as an excuse. I don’t know what it is.”

Anton was more surprised than angry at her overly indifferent tone. If someone else had acted this way, he would have immediately dragged her down and given her a cold order not to give her a drop of water, but seeing a girl the same age as Rosalind who was sick and unable to calm down, he felt as if he had gone back in time.

“I’m tired. How long are you going to stand there? You’re not going to keep watching me, are you?”

“Oh, right. Rest. No, don’t even think about running away.”

Anton unconsciously got caught up in her flow and came to his senses, leaving a clumsy warning. However, it didn’t sound scary at all to me.

Cordelia waved her hand without even responding. Anton looked at Cordelia with a strange look and soon left.

* * *

Surprisingly, life at Embly Castle was not so bad. Perhaps because of the poison, her movements were much more unstable than before, and she had to rely on the help of the servants around her, but the servants took it for granted. On the contrary, when she tried to do something on her own, she fidgeted and didn’t know what to do, like a five-year-old.

Cordelia even had meals with Anton sometimes.

One day, when Cordelia saw a dessert sprinkled with peanuts, she said,

“I can’t eat peanuts because I’m allergic to them,”

and pushed the plate away. Anton twitched his lips and stared at Cordelia for a while. His gaze was so blatant that he couldn’t help but ask back.

“Why?”

“Rosie, my daughter couldn’t eat nuts either. She couldn’t even touch crustaceans or peaches.”

“I see.”

Cordelia answered very dryly. But what kind of emotional change had occurred in that short conversation? Anton’s attitude had become much more friendly.

At this point, he seemed to be treating her as a guest rather than a hostage.

“You want to go out to the garden?”

“Yes. It’s stuffy to stay in the room all day.”

“But the sun is still high above your head. How about going out after the sun sets a little?”

Cordelia refused to budge despite Chelsea’s persuasion. The maid had no choice but to help Cordelia get ready to go out. The dresses they had given her were all so small that they had to be altered several times to fit Cordelia’s body. She

was only able to leave the room after taking gloves and a parasol.

The rose garden they had boasted about had already lost all its flowers, so she couldn’t see it, but it was a garden that felt like the sacred Eight Families had a long history and tradition.

“There’s a patio in front of here. The lady always rested there, ah.”

“Then let’s go there.”

Chelsea hurriedly shut her mouth before speaking. Cordelia pretended not to know and hurried her steps. The maid followed Cordelia at a brisk pace, carrying a parasol.

A cool breeze brushed past her cheek. As Chelsea had said, she walked a little and came across a beautifully decorated patio. Cordelia sat down there.

“It’s hot. Should I go inside?”

“It’s just right. Oh, I’d like some cold tea. With some ice.”

Cordelia gave her a hint. Chelsea, as if it was natural for her to ask, put down her parasol and turned her body away.

“I’ll be right back. Just wait a moment.”

“Okay.”

With the watcher gone, she had a moment of peace.

When she relaxed for a moment, Leonard came to mind. He must have known by now that Embly had caught her. She could tell how worried he was without even looking.

“I miss you, Master… … .”

Cordelia said unconsciously and then covered her mouth in surprise. However, as soon as she said that sentence, all the longing she had been suppressing came rushing back to her.