I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 60



Only Krnovel

Father’s Daughter
2023.12.30.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“No. I just got here too. But… … .”

Cordelia let go of Beluche’s arm and quickly limped towards Lydia. Lydia’s face turned worried when she saw her.

“Oh no. Your leg isn’t completely healed yet. You could have seen me next time.”

“No. It’s completely healed. I’m really fine.”

Beluche snapped. ”

It’s not getting better. If you keep wandering around like a stray dog, your healed leg will get sick.”

“Ah. Sir Ingrion is here too. It’s been a while, Sir Ingrion.”

Lydia greeted Beluche, who was walking behind her with a shaky voice. Beluche bowed her head to her, but she didn’t seem very sincere or polite.

“Don’t worry about him. Just, um. Think of him as my crutches.”

“Huh, crutches?”

“Crutches talk a lot. “Crutch, would you like to go back a little?”

Beluche was clearly annoyed, but when Cordelia signaled her to go back very strongly, she grumbled and took two or three steps back.

“I was really worried that day.”

“That day? Oh. That. Um. I guess I was a bit nervous because it was my first ball. I suddenly felt dizzy and tripped and fell… … .”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“I’m really feeling better. The problem is that my teacher gives me a lot of homework.”

Fortunately, Lydia didn’t find Cordelia’s lame excuse strange. Instead, she looked at her with kind eyes and worried about her well-being.

“Leo is too much. You don’t let a sick person rest.”

“That’s exactly what I meant. My evil teacher won’t let me go outside, so today, too, you secretly… … .”

“Secretly? Did you leave without telling Leo?”

“Yes. He’s even foaming at the mouth against me going out to the garden and walking. “You don’t know how much you nag people to do their homework at that time.”

Cordelia took advantage of the moment and started gossiping about Leonard. Lydia stopped listening to her and said quietly,

“I really envy Cordelia.”

“Why me?”

“She’s so talented in magic that she could be Leo’s disciple.”

“I envy Lydia more.”

Cordelia said sincerely.

If God gave her the chance to choose between the lives of Lydia Elfenbaum and Cordelia Vasquez, who was talented in magic, she would choose Lydia’s life without looking back.

“She’s so beautiful, comes from a wealthy family, and even has a brother who takes good care of her younger sister. Isn’t she the ideal woman that Ershe dreams of the most?”

“Thank you for saying that. But I… … .”

Lydia laughed awkwardly and trailed off. Cordelia spoke more lively to lighten the mood.

“That’s right, should we go to that dessert shop you told me about in your letter before?”

“Okay. It’s not far from here, so it’s just a short walk.”

This time, they headed to the dessert shop with Lydia’s support. Belluce followed them quietly from behind.

As Lydia said, it wasn’t far, so they arrived at the café in no time. The café owner recognized Lydia’s face and gave her the best seat.

“The tarte tatin here is the best.”

“Tart, what?”

“Tarte tatin. It’s apple pie baked upside down.”

Even though she didn’t order, black tea and warm tarte tatin were naturally brought out.

“Taste it quickly. It’s the most delicious tarte tatin in Yebo Delim.”

Cordelia cut it into small pieces and put it in her mouth at Lydia’s suggestion. As soon as she put it in, the fragrant apples were softly chewed in her mouth.

“It’s delicious!”

“Hehe, is that okay?”

Fortunately, Lydia’s face softened again as she ate the dessert. The two chatted casually while eating tea and dessert.

Cordelia suddenly felt happy at this moment. It was a day I could never have imagined when I was at Abrams just a few months ago.

Lydia put down her teacup and said,

“You said there were a lot of places you wanted to see in the capital, right?”

“Yes. You said you wanted to see the Angel Fountain and the Emmanuel Square.”

“Do you want to go together? I’ll show you the way.”

“Oh, really? But I’m worried I’m being too much of a bother… .”

“No, I’m not. We’re friends.”

“T-friends?”

“Oh, is it too early to define our relationship with that word?”

“No. It’s the first time I’ve used that word. Friends, friends… . I’m really happy.”

Cordelia’s cheeks rose just by pronouncing the word friend.

She had been to a few social gatherings, but she had never had anyone close enough to be called a friend.

“So please don’t feel pressured. It’s my pleasure to be with Cordelia.”

“I’d rather go with Lydia, but it would be a loss if you went with me during the social season… … . Oh, do you already have a fiance?”

“No, not yet.”

“Oh my. Such a pretty and kind person? All the men in the capital seem to have eye problems?”

“No. That’s not it. I… … .”

Lydia hesitated to speak, unable to hide her flushed cheeks. Anyone who saw her would know that she was in love.

“Do you have someone in mind?”

“… … Yes.”

Talking about love with someone her age. Cordelia, who had never had a girlfriend, found this whole conversation so enjoyable.

Cordelia asked with an excited face.

“Who is it? The lucky man who won Lydia’s heart?”

“I know him too.”

“Me? I don’t know many people… … . No way.”

The only people they had in common were Rosenblu and Leonard. If it’s not Rosenblu… … .

Lydia took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Yes. In fact, I’ve had a crush on Leo for a very long time.”

“Um… … . Master?”

“So, Cordelia. Can you help me?”

* * *

“And Rosaline?”

“I, I’m sorry. You only had a sip of water in the morning and then nothing… … .”

“Nothing? Incompetent. Not being able to properly take care of even my master.”

The nanny who had raised Rosaline since she was a baby bowed her head. Anton glared at her head before heading to his daughter’s room.

The door was half open. Anton knocked lightly and went in.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“… … Father.”

Rosaline, who had been lying on the bed, sat up with a pale face. Anton pulled a chair over and sat at the head of the bed.

“You said you’ve only been drinking water for two days. You don’t like the food? Should I call the chef?”

“The chef is not at fault. It’s just, I just… … .”

Rosaline stopped talking and burst into tears. She covered her face with both hands and sobbed, unable to control her sudden emotional changes.

Anton patted his daughter’s back without saying a word.

“… … Ugh, I miss Maximilian.”

“How many times have I told you not to?”

“I miss him so much, father. If we go to Angsene like this, I won’t be able to see him again, right? I don’t even remember how I sent him off last time… … .”

The same conversation repeated itself.

After that day, Rosaline tried everything she could to ask Anton to save Maximilian. Of course, Anton flatly refused. That snake-like man was no help to his daughter’s life.

“Please forget him and live for yourself and your child. Rosie. Abby will find someone much better than him, okay?”

“I don’t need anyone but Maximilian.”

“He just played with you. He just used you, Embly, for his own greed. How on earth do you not know that? Why?”

“No!”

Anton beat his chest in frustration.

Rosalind pushed away her father’s arm, shouting with all her might, wondering where the strength came from in her emaciated body.

“Maximilian is not that kind of person. He clearly promised me. We’ll get married and raise a child together. He said he loved me, sob, haa, haa.”

“Rosie!”

Hyperventilation came. Rosalind’s breathing became very fast, as if she was short of air. Anton was surprised and pulled on the rope.

The resident doctor quickly ran over and checked Rosalind’s condition. Fortunately, her breathing returned to normal, but the doctor’s face remained gloomy.

After leaving Rosalind’s room, the doctor bowed his head in front of Anton and said,

“I heard that you didn’t eat today either. “ Your Majesty.”

“Yes. My father may not know that his insides are burning black.”

“Isn’t he a weak person to begin with? In fact, it’s nothing short of a miracle that he’s survived this long. And to think that he’s even pregnant… … .” “Don’t you know that?” Anton sat down unsteadily in the reception room chair. His vision was dark. If he lost his daughter too, he had no confidence in living in this world. “It may be presumptuous of me to ask, but wouldn’t it be better to grant your wish?” “What?” “Your Majesty. I’m really careful about asking this, but… … . Your heart has reached its limit.” “… … I’ve been hearing that story since Rosie was five.”

“You’ve fainted five times in one month this year. One of my patients who showed symptoms similar to yours died within three months.”

“So? What are you trying to say?”

Anton glared at the doctor with bloodshot eyes. The old doctor, who had served the Embley family for a long time, was not afraid of him.

“It’s time to prepare yourself mentally.”

“What preparation? What preparation do you want me to make!”

he snarled. Anton gripped the armrests of his chair and glared at the old doctor.

He wanted to deny it. You were wrong. He wanted to shout that my daughter, Rosaline, would have children and live happily ever after until she died.

But all that came out of his mouth were incomprehensible groans.