I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 70



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Husband’s Funeral
2024.01.09.

“What the hell are you doing! Are you holding the reins without even looking ahead?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t think someone would jump out… … .”

James, who got off the coachman’s seat, was no exception. After taking off his hat, James trembled restlessly and his hands shook.

People gathered. Dennis hesitated and stepped back, embarrassed by the sudden incident.

Cordelia knelt in front of Craig and cried loudly.

“Craig, please open your eyes. Sob. Craig, ah. Craig!”

Her white dress was dyed red with pig’s blood. People passed by, muttering about the young woman’s miserable future.

After she hugged Craig’s body and cried for a while, the police arrived as expected. After listening to the stories of the people around her and Baron, they approached Cordelia.

“Lady. Is the person who got into the accident your husband?”

“Oh, sob, yes.”

“Oh. I know you’re a little confused right now, but we need to move the body to the morgue. And there are a few things you need to fill out at the police headquarters.”

Cordelia pretended to be very tired and got up from her seat. When she stumbled, Baron quickly came over and helped her up. He whispered softly.

“Good job.”

“I didn’t know Baron was so good at acting?”

“When you get older, you learn a lot more.”

As she followed the police officer, supported by Baron, Dennis, whom she had forgotten, appeared and blocked her way.

“Sister, the person who just died. Was he your husband? Count Abrams?”

“Dennis. Can we talk about it later? I’m having a hard time right now.”

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m really in a hurry. When else will I see you again?”

“Are you Prince Vasquez?”

Baron stepped in between them politely.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but how about you come back after the countess has calmed down first?”

“How presumptuous of you to be my servant.”

“Oh, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Baron Langchat. I hold the title of Baronet.”

“Ah.”

Dennis’s face changed in an instant upon hearing the Baron’s words.

“Ah, Baronet Langchat. Since

you didn’t introduce yourself, I thought you were my sister’s servant.” “No. I should have revealed my identity first, but as you can see, I’m in a hurry. I’m sorry, but may I go first?”

Even though the Baron blatantly suggested that they meet again, Dennis didn’t back down. He continued to say what he wanted to say in front of his sister, whose husband had just died.

“Wait a minute. I have an urgent matter. Sister. If I don’t do anything, I’ll probably rot in prison for the rest of my life. Can you talk to Elector Attila? You said you were his disciple, a wizard.” “

Prison? What does that mean?”

Cordelia was bewildered by Dennis’s sudden request. What on earth did he do to deserve prison?

“Excuse me, Lady Cordelia. The security guard is waiting.”

At Baron’s subtle urging, Cordelia started walking again. Dennis walked closely next to Cordelia with no intention of leaving.

“I’m sure you heard everything, too. About Maximilian, that bastard.”

“Why him? Were you in contact with Maximilian?”

“No! Am I crazy? That’s absolutely not true!”

He jumped up and waved his hands. Dennis raised his voice as if he was being unfairly treated.

“The Silver Deer Knights are taunting me, saying I did it on purpose, but you should trust me, Sister! It was a real mistake! To be honest, it wasn’t my fault. How could I know that bastard would take off his handcuffs and run away at that moment?”

“Silver Deer Knights? Take off his handcuffs and run away? What on earth have you been talking about? Who would run away, really… … .”

I realized belatedly what he was talking about.

I had a lot to say, but nothing came out of my mouth. They say that when people are too dumbfounded, they become speechless, and this must have been exactly that situation.

“You were the one who lost Maximilian while transporting him?”

“It was really unlucky that I got caught. Sister. I shouldn’t have been the one to take care of my only brother in prison. Huh? What will happen to Vasquez if I go to prison? Who will take over Vasquez? Sister, please tell Elector Attila. It wasn’t my fault. The Knights were jealous of me, so they set a trap… … . That’s right! I got caught in a trap and this is what happened.”

“Ha… … .”

I don’t know exactly how Maximilian was lost, but it was pathetic and ridiculous to see him trying to avoid punishment when he couldn’t even admit his mistake and ask for forgiveness.

As Cordelia sighed deeply without saying anything, Dennis continued to watch her.

“I only trust you? Is that okay? Am I okay?”

“Dennis. Let’s talk later. I have to deal with Craig and my husband’s accident first.”

“Later, when! I’ve been to Atile Townhouse so many times, but those arrogant bastards never let me in, even though I’m your sister!”

“… … .”

“Do you want to see me die? Do you want your sister to go to jail?”

Dennis shouted, not caring about the attention.

Cordelia wanted to hide in a hole. It was embarrassing that he shared the same blood as her.

“Sister, sister!”

She clenched her fists and passed Dennis. It was obvious that if she tried to talk to him any longer, he would just keep saying the same thing.

Fortunately, the police headquarters was right in front of her. Cordelia went inside with Baron.

“Please sit over here.”

The police officer offered her a chair. As Cordelia stared blankly into space with a complicated expression, he offered her some comforting words.

“It’s unfortunate that your husband had an accident. The driver of the carriage has been arrested,

so he will receive an appropriate punishment.” “An appropriate punishment? What kind of punishment will he receive?”

“If someone accidentally kills someone, they usually get thirty years in prison.”

“Only thirty years? My husband was hit by a carriage and died miserably! The coachman is only getting out of prison after thirty years?”

Cordelia braced her stomach and shouted. The police officer, accustomed to such situations, calmed her down without changing his expression.

“I’m sorry. There are laws and procedures, so please follow them.”

“That’s ridiculous. Only thirty years… … .”

Cordelia sank into her chair as if she was unsteady.

She seemed to be angry, as if she wasn’t satisfied with the punishment, so she planned to take James over later after watching the situation closely.

“First, please write this document.”

The paper the guard handed her had simple personal information written on it. Cordelia filled it out while she shed tears on purpose.

“Hmm. Abrams… … Are you the Countess?”

“Yes.”

“Your late husband is Count Abrams.”

“Yes. Craig, oh, Abrams.”

Fortunately, the guard only asked a few formal questions, just as the Baron had said. When Cordelia trembled and said that she wanted to see her husband again, he took her to the morgue where the body was kept.

The Baron stood next to Craig with a somber face. Cordelia held onto Craig’s body and cried again.

“Count. How could you leave me so vainly?”

“My dear, oh, how, how could you leave me… … .”

“I’m sorry, but could you please step aside?”

the Baron said to the guard. The security guard nodded quietly and left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

Cordelia’s sobs gradually subsided. She slowly straightened her back. Her eyes were still wet, but she spoke in a colder voice than ever.

“Did you know?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dennis lost Maximilian while transporting him. ”

“… … Yes.”

“Then you must have known, Master. But why is Dennis in the capital in the first place? And what about the Knights of the Silver Deer? With his skills, there’s no way he could join that order.”

Cordelia couldn’t understand why Dennis had joined the Knights of the Silver Deer. It

was a long shot that Dennis, who had been knighted for less than a year, would join the Knights of the Silver Deer, a knight order directly under the king.

At this point, reasonable suspicions were bound to arise.

“Did you push him in?”

“No. Absolutely not. Dennis Vasquez joined the order at the recommendation of Elector Count Embly.”

“Embly? Why is that name mentioned here?”

“Well, I know that much.”

Only a few people knew that Embly had been summoned during the recent public meeting, talking about responsibility. So even if Baron pretended not to know, Cordelia had no way of knowing.

“Huh, Dennis. What the hell are you doing?”

Her mind became more complicated. Cordelia chewed her lips. She had thought that if she took care of Craig, she would have nothing to worry about, but an even bigger worry came to her.

At that moment, there was a light knock on the door. Cordelia quickly fixed her expression.

“Come in.”

“Good morning, Countess Abrams. My name is Carlos Rentrio.”

A middle-aged man in uniform came in with a polite greeting.

The security guard we saw earlier was standing behind us, looking very nervous, so the new arrival must be quite high-ranking.

Baron whispered to Cordelia.

“This is the Inspector of the Yebo Delim.”

“Inspector?”

Just when she was wondering why a police inspector had come when it was just a simple carriage accident, Carlos showed his condolences with a very sorrowful expression.

“I just heard from my subordinate. The Countess’ husband, Count Abrams, was in an accident.”

“Yes. That’s right. But what brought Inspector Rentrior here?”

“Of course he should come when such a big accident has happened to your wife.”

“Yes?”