I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 94



Only Krnovel

Contract with the Devil
2024.02.02.

Matilda took a deep breath and continued speaking without any hesitation.

“Besides, if you think about the effort she put into having you, she would never have regretted giving birth to you.”

“The effort she put into having me?”

Matilda paused for the first time at Cordelia’s question.

Two feelings clashed. The desire to protect the daughter born from her most cherished and beloved disciple, and the firm belief that Cordelia should be killed if she was half-blooded with the devil.

Despite Leonard’s bloody threats, Matilda tried to stubbornly stick to her convictions, but when she imagined what kind of thoughts Grita had when she made the contract with the devil, her feelings became complicated.

“… … Grita was already weak. It must have been a big decision to have a child.”

“That’s right. I once heard from a doctor that my mother’s health got worse after giving birth. If my mother hadn’t given birth to me, she wouldn’t have passed away so early.”

Cordelia’s face darkened with even more melancholy than before. Matilda immediately retorted.

“Why would you think that? I’m sure Grita didn’t think that way. She would have been proud to know that you’ve grown up so well. What kind of heart did Grita have when she gave birth to you?”

“Don’t blame yourself. As Matilda said, the late Mrs. Vasquez would never have regretted giving birth to Cordelia.”

“Thank you for saying that. Thank you, Matilda.”

Cordelia smiled faintly at the two’s affectionate consolation. Matilda took a deep breath. She had thought that their personalities and appearances were completely different, but that faint smile that seemed like it would disappear was definitely similar to Grita’s.

Matilda jumped up from her seat.

“Wait a minute.”

“Yes?”

Matilda left the two behind and went to the back.

After a while, a clattering sound was heard, and soon the teacup and teapot floated up and landed on the table. She poured the tea with great solemnity and gave it to Cordelia.

“Drink.”

“Oh, yes.”

Cordelia was surprised that Matilda had suddenly offered her tea, but without thinking much about it, she blew on the tea Matilda had given her and took a sip. After taking a sip, Matilda immediately asked,

“How is it?”

“It smells good.”

“Other than that, how does it taste?”

“Hmm… … . It tastes just like tea… … .”

“Drink it again. Don’t you feel something different?”

Matilda asked persistently. Cordelia blinked in confusion at the question.

What kind of taste does tea have? Strictly speaking, it’s just water with a scent.

However, Matilda was looking at Cordelia with such determined eyes that she forced herself to make a fancy remark about the taste of the tea.

“The more you drink it, the deeper the scent. And, um. The scent that lingers in your mouth is so wonderful, and it’s an excellent… … .”

“No. Drink it again.”

She very firmly offered her more tea. In fact, the word “recommended” would have been more appropriate.

Eventually, Cordelia drank the entire pitcher of tea under Matilda’s pressure. Every time she drank, she asked about the taste of the tea, so now she ran out of words to describe the taste. Rosenblu’s expression as he watched the scene became more and more bizarre.

He drank too much, so the tea rose up in his throat. Cordelia put the cup down and said,

“Ugh, I’m sorry, Lady Matilda. I’m full, so I can’t drink any more.”

“Haaah.”

Matilda sighed deeply as she looked at the empty pitcher. At that time, she had only had a few sips, so she thought it might be different if she drank it again, but the result was the same.

Cordelia, frightened by that sigh, lowered her head halfway.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very knowledgeable about tea.”

“You’re finally disappointing my expectations.”

“Lady Matilda. The north where Cordelia lived was a place where tea was not easy to find, so it would be difficult to discern the taste of tea.”

Rosenblu hurriedly stood on Cordelia’s side and defended her.

“That’s not it. No. Okay. It’s too early to jump to conclusions. It’s not certain yet.”

Matilda shook her head, suppressing her regret. Every time Cordelia opened her mouth, tea rose up and she covered her mouth with her hand.

* * *

Anton Embly couldn’t believe his eyes. Even the touch of her overly cold fingertips felt fake. Was this a dream? If not a dream, then what?

“Master, master… .”

Sophia fell to the ground and wept. Her eyes were already closed from how much she had cried. The other maids burst into tears as well.

The world shook. Anton tried to stand upright, but it was too difficult.

“Rosie. Rosie. Rosie.”

The only sound coming out of his mouth was his daughter’s name.

Why are you lying here? Abi is here. Get up, my daughter.

My treasure. My sea. My sunshine. My everything.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Rosaline’s body is stiff. It has only been a few days since she died.

She had barely eaten or slept when Sophia told her that she had been attacked by someone, but regret was surging in her. If only she had come a little earlier, if only she had come to her daughter a little sooner, Rosaline would not have closed her eyes alone in this unfamiliar place.

Anton hugged Rosaline’s body and howled like an animal.

The room was filled with sorrow, and even her breathing was pitiful. Abi’s tears fell on his daughter’s face. She had been as skinny as a winter branch, but now it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was almost skin and bones.

Anton rubbed Rosaline’s arm several times. This brought warmth to his daughter’s cold body. But no matter how much he rubbed her arm, Rosalind did not open her eyes.

“… … How did Rosie get there?”

“She gave birth to a child, oh, and her health deteriorated rapidly. I called all the doctors in the area, but they all just said it was hard and left.”

“Plus, she lost a lot of blood during childbirth… … .”

The young maid added while sobbing. Anton continued to stroke Rosalind’s face. It seemed as if she would open her eyes at any moment. As he stared at his daughter’s face for a long time, he suddenly felt anger rise up.

The culprit of all this, the one who caused Rosalind to give birth. He turned around and ran to Maximilian, who was standing in a corner, and slapped him in the face.

“What the hell were you doing! You filthy bastard. I only asked you to do one thing! And you can’t even do that one thing properly?”

Maximilian staggered greatly because of the strength of the force. Anton, still angry, punched him repeatedly. Maximilian did not resist at all and took Anton’s blows.

“I will tear you to pieces. I will gouge out your eyes, crush them, and throw all your intestines to the dogs! Because of you, because of you, a piece of trash, my daughter died!”

“It was Attila who killed Rosaline,”

Maximilian said calmly, spitting out the blood that had gathered in his mouth. Anton snarled.

“Yes! The dirty blood flowing in your body killed my daughter!”

“Rosaline gave birth two months early because Attila attacked Rosaline’s carriage. If it weren’t for him, Rosaline wouldn’t have given birth so suddenly in the countryside.”

“If you hadn’t been pregnant in the first place, if you hadn’t lured Rosie with your cunning tongue, this wouldn’t have happened. Rosie wouldn’t have run away to Angsene!”

Anton glared at him. Maximilian lowered his head slightly and said,

“That’s right, Elector. If Rosaline hadn’t had a child, this tragedy wouldn’t have started. But the one who took her from the Elector was Leonard Attila. He knew I wasn’t in the carriage, but he deliberately attacked our party, killed all the knights, and destroyed Rosaline’s carriage. It was as if he wanted her to miscarry.”

“… … What?”

Anton’s eyes wavered for the first time. Maximilian didn’t miss that moment. He lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be sad.

“I wasn’t there when Attila attacked the carriage. I was afraid that if I moved with Rosaline, Attila would track me down. That’s why we split the party in two to avoid Attila’s eyes… … I never dreamed that Leonard Attila would deliberately attack Rosaline’s carriage.”

“Are you saying that he intentionally tried to kill Rosaline?”

“I bet everything on it. Who else would dare kill all the knights of Embly if not the pursuers he sent? And I found this in the forest.”

Maximilian took something out of his bosom and politely offered it to Anton.

It was a torn flag with the emblem of the White Snake.

Anton snatched it and held it tightly. The pain of losing his daughter soon turned into anger, and the anger wandered, not knowing where to go. Maximilian told Anton where the anger should go.

“Attila took away the most precious thing of the Elector Count, so shouldn’t he receive the same price?”

“What is the most precious thing to him?”

“Cordelia Vasquez. She is Attilla’s most beloved and cherished disciple.”

Maximilian whispered at his feet like a poisonous snake.

Anton hugged Rosaline’s body once, covered her with the blanket, and patted her chest several times. It was just like the greeting he had given Rosaline before going to bed when she was young.

He raised himself and glared at the man lying on the floor as if he were looking at a bug.

“Don’t think it’s mercy to let you live now,”

Anton snapped at Maximilian, who was at his feet. Maximilian didn’t say anything, but just sobbed.

“After I have thoroughly investigated all the circumstances, I will cut off your head and hang it on the gate.”

“You may kill me whenever you want. But please give me a chance to take revenge on Leonard Attila, who killed innocent Rosaline and tried to kill our child. Please, please.”