I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 78



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2024.01.17.

He was sick with a bad cold, probably because he got caught in the rain. Fortunately, maids lined up to take care of him, and Rosenblu was able to receive the utmost care.

“How is Rosenblu?”

“He’s running a fever again today. The doctor said it’s because of accumulated fatigue, but how are you?”

Emily felt as if her father had collapsed, but she wasn’t the only one. All the maids at Abrams Castle felt as if their hearts were being stabbed by a knife at Rosenblu’s illness. They

thought he would get over it in a day or two, but Rosenblu’s fever didn’t go down until the third day.

In the meantime, the funeral was almost over, and the flowers were gradually losing their original beauty and falling to the ground. People quickly forgot about Craig and were busy whispering among themselves about who would become the new master of the Count’s family.

“When are you planning on leaving? The funeral is already over.”

“There’s still work to do. And how can I just go when Rosenblu is lying there?”

Cordelia made excuses at Bellucé’s urging. In fact, it wasn’t because Rosenblu was lying in his sickbed. It was more because she hadn’t received a reply to the letter she had sent to Attila.

She might be a coward, but Cordelia felt that she would be able to go down to Yevo Delim with peace of mind once that letter arrived.

Cordelia avoided Bellucé, who had been urging her since morning when she would go down to the capital, and headed to Rosenblu’s room.

Even though it was broad daylight, he was lying in bed. Up close, his complexion was much worse than when she had first seen him.

“Oh, Lydia. Lydia… … .”

It seemed that he was searching for his brother even in his dreams.

Cordelia sent the maids away and dried his body with a wet towel. It was something she could do with her eyes closed, since she had been taking care of Craig’s illness.

Even as she unconsciously took care of him, her mind was full of thoughts about Leonard.

‘Why on earth aren’t the letters coming? Did they get lost in the middle? Should I try sending them again now? But wouldn’t it be too obvious if I sent them now? Should I just close my eyes and go?’

“Lydia.”

At that moment, Rosenblu grabbed her arm tightly. He looked at Cordelia with feverish eyes, wondering when he had woken up.

“Why are you here now? Where have you been?”

“Mr. Rosenblu. It’s Cordelia.”

“I knew you’d come back. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

It seemed that the fever was causing her to see things. Instead of breaking his illusions, Cordelia kept up with him.

“I’m sorry, Blay. Am I too late? I’m not hurt and I’m very healthy.”

“It’s okay. Since you’re back now, it’s okay. Your father… …”

Rosenblu’s face, which had been in pain the whole time, cleared for the first time. Cordelia tried to pull her hand away from him, but he held her tightly, and she couldn’t leave the room.

So the nursing that she had unintentionally done for the evacuation of Belluce continued until the sun went down.

Cordelia saw the sunset outside the window and decided to shake Rosenblu to wake her up. She couldn’t stay the night here. Besides, her wrist was numb and she felt like her fingers would go numb.

“Mr. Rosenblu. Wake up.”

“… … .”

“Mr. Rosenblu. Mr. Rosenblu. … … Blay.”

The man, who hadn’t moved an inch no matter how much she shook his shoulder, opened his eyes at the nickname Blay. As soon as he got up, he looked around urgently.

“Lydia?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s me. Cordelia.”

“Cordelia? Why is Cordelia here… … .”

“Why? This is Abrams Castle. Don’t you remember?”

“Abrams? Where is Abrams, ah. Cordelia.”

Her hazy mind was becoming clearer, and her unfocused eyes began to come alive.

“I’ve been lying down with a fever for three days. The doctor said it was a bad cold. How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts like it’s going to split. My stomach is rumbling.”

Only then did she realize how bad her condition was. Rosenblu let out a hot breath. Cordelia spoke clearly.

“Thank goodness.”

“Thank goodness?”

“You’re aware of your own condition. You haven’t been able to do that for the past three days.”

“Has Cordelia been taking care of me all this time?”

“No.”

She shook her head firmly.

“The maids of Abrams Castle have been taking care of each other, even keeping watch, to take care of Rosenblu. I can’t take credit for their efforts. I was just there for a little while.”

“… … Thank you. I’m just a guest.”

“Don’t worry too much, it must have been a great pleasure for them to take care of the sick Rosenblu.”

I was half-sure that the maids would have lined up to nurse Rosenbler even at their own expense.

“Now that you’re awake, there’s one thing you need to do, Lady Rosenbler.”

“Eat and get your strength back?”

“No. Can you let go of my hand? I’m starting to lose feeling.”

“Hand? Oh. Oh.”

Rosenbler let go of Cordelia’s wrist, startled, as if she hadn’t noticed. Her hand tingled as feeling returned. As expected, a bruise appeared beneath the red handprint.

“I’m so sorry, Cordelia. Did you wake me up?”

“I woke you up. Dozens of times.”

“… … I’m sorry.”

He stammered his apology, uncharacteristically. Cordelia said, trying to be casual.

“It’s okay. I’ll have the maids bring you some soup. You must be hungry, since you haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“And Cordelia?”

“Huh?”

“Did Cordelia eat? “I wonder if you didn’t eat because of me.”

“Oh, I don’t really think about it… … .”

At that moment, a knock was heard outside. It was just a knock on the door, but it felt urgent.

“Come in.”

“Madam, madam!”

As expected, the servant outside opened the door very urgently and came running to Cordelia.

“What’s going on?”

“The carriage has arrived, and there’s a guest, so he’s outside right now… … .”

“Calm down and tell me. Is there a guest? Who is it?”

“A ship, a white ship. A man with the Attila emblem has arrived.”

The servant barely caught his breath and told her what he had seen. Even as he spoke, his face was filled with surprise, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“What? Master, no. The Elector Attila has arrived?”

Cordelia’s face brightened beyond belief. She jumped up from her seat.

“Where are you? Did you pass through the gate? To the reception room, or rather, to the office? Where should I take you?”

Until this morning, Cordelia had been feeling depressed because she hadn’t received a reply, but when she heard that Leonard had come in person, she felt like she was going to fly. The

one who stopped Cordelia, who was about to run out at any moment, was Rosenblur. “

Leo

, I guess so. You should have called in advance. You came without saying anything.”

Her tone was curt, but her lips twitched with joy. Rosenblur felt strangely empty when he saw her face.

“Cordelia… … No. Go quickly. Leo will be waiting.”

“Take care of yourself and make sure to eat. Then you will have the strength to leave again.”

“Thank you.”

Before Rosenblur could express his gratitude, Cordelia had quickly left the room. His heart was more cold than his head that felt like it was going to burst or his stomach that was pounding.

* * *

She must be crazy.

Leonard couldn’t understand himself from the night he decided to leave for Abrams until now.

It was definitely not a rational or reasonable choice to throw away the mountain of work he had to do and rush to Abrams.

[He kept putting off the day he would return because he had a lot of work to do.]

[He showed no signs of leaving even after the funeral.]

However, as these kinds of reports kept coming through Belluce, Leonard couldn’t just sit still and wait.

On top of that, he became even more anxious because Baron kept saying ridiculous things like, “I would run away too,” next to him.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I wasn’t your disciple?”

He didn’t know why he had come all this way when he said things like that.

If he went to the Demonic Alliance right away, there were so many people lining up to become his disciples, but he couldn’t figure out why he was so obsessed with Cordelia.
Obsession. That was the only word that explained his actions.

Leonard was confused by the waves of emotions he felt for the first time. An emotion he had no reason for or name would come running up

to him from time to time and hit him. He explained to himself that he had come to Abrams without rest for almost four days, simply to capture his annoying disciple.

“Come on, come on. Welcome to Abrams. Unfortunately, the Count is currently… …”

“I know. Craig Abrams died a while ago and had a funeral. I came to see Cordelia Vasquez.” As soon as he

passed through the Abrams gate, a bleached butler came running and bowed. He couldn’t even make eye contact with Attila, who had suddenly appeared, because he was scared.

“I’ve contacted your maid, so she’ll be here soon. I’ll show you inside first.”

Leonard got off his horse and handed the reins to his attendant. Then he passed the butler and strode away.

He hadn’t expected to come back here.

Leonard passed through the corridor and entered the castle. The shabby garden, which was no different from a vegetable garden, and the gloomy gray walls were all the same.

“Uh, shall I take you to the reception room? Or…?”

“No.”

He waved his hand at the butler who was desperately crying. The butler fidgeted and stamped his feet, not knowing what to do. He just prayed earnestly that the servant who had gone to fetch Cordelia would come quickly.

Leonard crossed his arms and glanced around the castle. Then he heard light footsteps coming from the stairs. He pretended not to see them and focused all his attention in that direction.

What would he say when he met them?

He had to start by asking why he was so lazy and made his master come all the way here. And he had to ask him why he hadn’t sent him a single letter. No matter how busy he was, it was impossible for him not to ask about his master’s well-being.