I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 69



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Husband’s Funeral
2024.01.08.

“Who is the father of the child?”

“Even the maid doesn’t know that. It’s likely that he’s from a humble family or a commoner. If not, there’s no way he’d let her get married and leave her alone.”

“Or maybe he can’t get married.”

“Huh?”

“Now the puzzle is finally solved.”

She’s finally found the link between Maximilian and Embly that she’s been desperately searching for. And why on earth did Anton Embly make the dangerous choice of confronting Leonard?

“Can I ask what that means?”

“Maximilian is the father of the child.”

“Huh? That, that’s impossible. Then why don’t you just get married?”

“It’s obvious. Maximilian must have set a condition under the pretext of marriage. He asked me to cooperate in killing him. He said that only then would he make your daughter Attila. Even the street dogs of Yebo Delrim know how much Embly cherishes his daughter. “He must have approached her daughter on purpose to target that.”

Baron’s eyes widened as if he had realized the truth at Leonard’s explanation.

“Then it all makes sense.”

“You said that Embly was the one who put Dennis Vasquez into the Knights of the Palace?”

“Yes. Embly strongly recommended him to His Majesty.”

“Then that means Embly planned this escape too… … .”

Leonard stroked his clean-shaven chin. There was still one question that remained unanswered.

“What I don’t understand is why Embly chose to keep Maximilian alive. From his perspective, it would have been much more beneficial for Maximilian to die.”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

“For now, let’s keep digging into Embly. We can take our time in catching Maximilian, but we must leave evidence that proves the connection between the two.”

“Yes.”

* * *

The day finally came.

Cordelia couldn’t sleep at night because her heart was pounding so hard. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she spent the early morning almost wide awake.

As soon as the morning came, she muttered the plan she had already repeated dozens of times.

“When the carriage comes running from the right, the Baron who was waiting will push Craig into the center… …”

At that moment, Craig’s death plan was interrupted for a moment when Leila opened the door and came in.

“Oh, you’re up early today.”

“Yes. There’s something important.”

“Important?”

“My husband finally arrived at Yebo Delim today.”

“Oh.”

Leila looked a little surprised. She studied Cordelia’s face as she served her. It seemed as if she was trying to guess Cordelia’s feelings.

“What kind of person is the Count?”

“Hmm. He’s a good person.”

“I see… …”

She could say that because she was already dead. The living Craig was never a good person to her, but the dead Craig would set her free.

Leila seemed a little disappointed by her answer.

“These are good clothes.”

Cordelia usually wore whatever Leila recommended, but today she chose her clothes carefully.

What should I wear to show the blood better?

“This would be good.”

“White? Yes. Okay.”

It wasn’t a color she usually wore, so Leila was a little puzzled, but she didn’t say anything.

Cordelia took a deep breath after finishing all the preparations and left the room. When she went down to the dining room, Baron was already sitting down and eating.

“Good morning, Lady Cordelia.”

“Good morning, Baron.”

Cordelia sat across from him. The servant soon brought out the food, but she was so nervous that she couldn’t tell if the food was going into her mouth or nose.

Baron noticed this and laughed lightly.

“Heh heh. Are you nervous?”

“Very much. I hope no one recognizes you?”

“No way. Don’t worry too much. We’ve already practiced several times.”

“That’s true, but… …”

She ate the soup half-heartedly. Baron said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“In Yebo Delim, a simple accident can be reported to the police and it will be over.”

“Then what about the coachman who caused the accident?”

“The best way is to hand him over to the police while promising to punish him directly. If he refuses while talking about administration, you can bribe him with some money. Hmm. Time is up. Should we go now?”

“Good.”

Cordelia left the mansion solemnly. When she waited at the agreed upon location, a shabby carriage stopped.

The man on the coachman’s seat got out and bowed to greet him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Abrams. And Baron.”

“James. You’re just in time.”

The coachman he had hired was one of Baron’s men, and he was so loyal that he wasn’t even surprised when Baron told him to hit the corpse while carrying it, and instead asked where he could do it.

“He’s inside.”

James pointed to the inside of the carriage with his eyes. Baron and Cordelia got into the carriage. There, Craig’s body, which had been loaded in advance, lay neatly.

“Hmm. But since it’s a corpse, even if it gets hurt, it won’t bleed much.”

“I knew that would happen, so I brought some pig blood in advance. Should that be enough?”

Cordelia took out a vial dripping with blood from her bosom. Baron seemed a little taken aback by her amazing sense of preparation.

“… … You’re

so thorough.” “Of course. I’ve been waiting for this day. Let’s go.”

When he knocked on the carriage wall, the carriage slowly moved.

The Baron muttered a short order. Craig’s body, which had been lying down, sat down on the chair, albeit awkwardly. Cordelia carefully covered Craig’s body with her cloak.

“Just be careful with the head. The face needs to be recognizable so that no one will say anything.”

“Yes. I’ll pay attention to that part.”

They were almost at the street they had checked out in advance. The timing was good. It

was neither too crowded nor too quiet, just the right time. Baron got out first and used his puppetry to control Craig to get out of the carriage. It looked a little awkward up close, but it wasn’t too strange.

“James. Just run when I give you the signal. Just like we practiced back then. Got it?”

“Yes. Got it.”

James drove the carriage to the ready position. Baron walked along a little way.

Cordelia’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst out of her ribs. She glanced around at the other people walking down the street. None of them seemed to think that the person walking next to Cordelia was a corpse.

I saw Craig walking beside me.

Their plan was simple.

When James drove the carriage roughly, Cordelia would pretend to argue with Craig. Then Craig’s body would walk toward the carriage, and James would hit it just right.

“Okay. I’m ready, Baron.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Baron signaled to James. James slowly approached the end of the road, driving the carriage. Baron controlled Craig and pushed Cordelia’s shoulder with his hand.

Cordelia cleared her throat and recited her prepared lines.

“Oh, Craig. What are you doing?”

“Sister?”

“No matter how angry you are, huh?”

“It’s you!”

A familiar voice came from behind her. Cordelia turned around in surprise. Standing there was her younger brother, Dennis Vasquez. Cordelia

was quite taken aback, having never imagined that she would see him here, and at the moment he killed her husband.

“Sister. I missed you, really. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? I’ve been to the Atili Townhouse several times.”

“You looked for me. Why?”

“Lady Cordelia.”

The Baron, who was a little way away, called her attention. Only then did Cordelia realize what they were doing.

“Dennis. Later, later.”

“Later when? Sister. I’m really in a hurry, so can we talk now?”

“I’m busy right now, too. Where are you staying? I’ll go there.”

“No, I don’t have time.”

Dennis held her arm and dragged her along. The carriage driven by James drew closer. Cordelia was at a loss as to what to do in this unexpected situation.

‘Should I stop the carriage now? Or should I just do it? No. Rather than involve Dennis unnecessarily.’

Cordelia glanced at Craig, who was standing awkwardly. At that moment, Craig staggered toward the road.

Since he had deliberately told them to speed up, the carriage had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, Craig! Dennis. Let go of this.”

“What? Who is that guy?”

“Baron, wait… .”

Craig practically threw himself into the road where the carriage was coming from.

The accident happened in an instant. He had intended to tell Baron to stop for a moment, but the carriage was a little faster than he could. James had planned to run Craig over with his horse exactly as he had.

“Whoa! There’s someone hit!”

“Who? Who died?”

People screamed.

The glass bottle hidden in Craig’s body shattered, spraying blood everywhere. That made the scene quite plausible.

Cordelia was more flustered than she had thought, perhaps because Dennis was there or because things had gone a little differently than she had expected. She shook Dennis off and ran to Craig. Up close,

Craig was trampled by the horseshoes and was in a more miserable state than she had thought. That was why no one thought he was alive.

“Craig!”

“Oh, Count. Why on earth did you run into the road…?”

Baron acted, shedding tears naturally. He cried so heartbreakingly that it seemed as if his own child had died.