How to Ta My Beastly Husband — Chapter 241. Headstone (2)
Raphael’s brusque manner had gradually evaporated over her long illness. Annette spent more and more ti in bed, her beautiful face suddenly hollow, her voice gradually weakening. In the end, there had only been a cold silence.
Raphael began to pace.
This woman had seed so small to him in life, and occupied only this small space after death. She was a woman without greed.
What was he doing here? Raphael wondered as he looked at the tombstone that marked the place where she lay. There was no reason for him to be standing in the snow in a cetery. He had fulfilled all of his duties as a husband, and laid his wife to her eternal sleep. So why was he still haunting her tombstone? He couldn’t understand it.
He had been a heartless husband. It had taken him a long ti to understand that his wife was very ill. He hadn’t realized how serious it was until the day he had co suddenly into the room to catch Annette vomiting.
He had been shocked. He had slapped her hard on the back to help her get it out, and she had shoved him away.
“Go away. This is disgusting.”
“Does it matter? Shut up and throw up.”
Once she was done vomiting, she lay down on her bed. Her face was very white, and her eyes, which had been beautiful as spring, now looked lifeless. It shocked him that she looked so ill.
He had not expected it to affect him so much.
Raphael never spent much ti at ho. He excused it with his training to beco Master of Swords, but it was also just to escape. He didn’t like his conversations with Annette. He always ended up saying nasty things to her.
But that cowardly decision had consequences. Annette turned her body away from him on the bed. Without a word, she made her wishes clear. She wanted him out of the room as soon as possible.
Raphael did not want to leave, but the first thing he did was to hunt down Annette’s doctor. The woman could not even look him in the eye.
“I did try to send you a report the other day, my lord, but I couldn’t find you…” She began, excusing herself.
He frowned. His servants had tried to tell him several tis, but he had angrily dismissed them. He wanted to beco Master of Swords as soon as possible, and he did not care about any of the trifling business of the Carnesis mansion.
He was regretting this foolishness now.
“So, what’s wrong with her?” He asked.
“Her internal organs have suffered significant damage,” she replied. “If it had been detected earlier, perhaps it could have been prevented. But I’m afraid we discovered it too late…”
Raphael’s heart dropped.
He had never imagined that her life was in danger. He had always assud she got sick all the ti because her body was so fragile.
“There’s nothing? dicines, or foreign treatnts…”
The doctor shook her head. Her face was grim.
“She doesn’t have long. I estimate two years at most. Please…take care of her, my lord.”
Raphael couldn’t speak. The mont he heard those words, he couldn’t breathe.
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