Chapter 193: Fiona (1)
Someone whispered. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
[You’re left alone, just like me.]
I opened my eyes. I didn’t know if it was a dream or not, but Fiona was there.
“Yeah, I’m left alone.”
Fiona quietly stroked my cheek.
[The lost memories were found, but the precious ones who gave those beautiful memories have gone far away. One must be in the greatest emptiness. All is lost…]
I smiled bitterly.
That’s right.
“Yes. All the precious ones are gone, even if I open my eyes. Is this what you wanted?”
[Yes.]
Strangely, I wasn’t angry. “I see.”
She looked at me silently. Unexpectedly, her gaze was not hostile.
[Now, just stay here.]
“You hate me, right?”
[Hmm, I hate you. I hate you. Why do you have to love…]
“Fiona.”
I was sure now that all these scenes were just a dream.
“Even if Sigren hates me, despises me, I have to see him.”
[Why? You’re just going to get hurt!]
“You can’t run away just because you’re hurt.”
I got up from my seat with a smile. Read the translation on ladygrey.com.
“I’ll go now.”
Fiona murmured like a child.
[No, don’t go. Stay here. You’ve lost your place to go.]
“No, Fiona. He must have been hurt as well.”
[No.]
Although this was clearly a scene created by my unconscious mind, that weak murmur strangely made my heart ache.
Instead of wallowing in stupid self-pity in your dreams, open your eyes now, Fiona.
With that thought in mind, I slowly opened my eyes.
I felt pain in my side abdomen.
“Shit… I’m dying from pain.”
“Miss?”
I could hear startled voices next to me. Those were Celine and the other maids’ voices.
A whining sound escaped my lips. “Celine, it hurts so much…”
“I’ll get you some painkillers right away.”
I could feel the busy movements around the bed. I endured the pain and looked down at the wound on my side. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
“Carl… that soft-hearted guy…”
Carl hadn’t stabbed me in a vital area. It was obvious that he had done it on purpose; there was no way he didn’t know how to kill someone. Even in anger, he didn’t intend to kill me.
“Celine, how long have I been sleeping?”
“Two days.”
“I slept a lot for just this small injury.”
I thought of Sigren, who would still be running around the battlefield even with a more serious injury. I had been sleeping for two days.
Celine sighed. “Yes, of course, it’s not the ‘serious injury’ that made you unconscious for two days. I was worried, but not because of the ‘serious injury’ like you said.”
“Celine, you’re surprisingly good at being sarcastic. As expected from Abel’s nanny… Ugh, it hurts!”
“Stay still. We should inform the Duke.”
What the hell had happened in the past two days?
I wondered if Sigren had said something. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
Ah, meeting Abel would be scary.
“I’m in no condition to defend myself if my father attacks me right now. Could you call him later?”
Celine replied in an astonished tone, “The Duke may be very angry, but I don’t think he would attack an injured young lady. Just stay still like a newborn.”
Oh, Celine… you’re also scary when you’re angry.
I thought that while barely recovering my still half-awake mind. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
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“Carl stabbed you?”
The questions Abel asked were quite intimidating.
“Uh… it’s just a misunderstanding.”
Abel was too angry to be relieved by my words.
“No matter what misunderstanding it is, I can’t tolerate the guy who stabbed you.”
I looked into Abel’s eyes. “You didn’t kill him already, right?”
“He’s still alive. He’s in prison.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank God.”
“What do you mean, ‘thank God’? He stabbed you!”
Abel ruffled his hair roughly, sensing my lack of complicated feelings. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
“Damn, why aren’t you mad? If you had woken up half a day later, I would have killed him myself.”
It was a rare sight to see Abel anxious.
“Father, let’s calm down first…”
“Fiona, why are you being so uncharacteristically generous? Didn’t you take action against those mercenaries when they hurt you? Shouldn’t you do the same with Carl too, huh?”
I smiled bitterly. “Things got a little complicated.”
I could only make excuses like this. So pathetic.
Abel looked at me and sighed heavily. “Sigren said something similar to you. He didn’t even explain the situation properly.”
“How about Sigren?”
“He couldn’t explain anything either. What happened to you?”
I exercised my right to remain silent, and Abel ruffled his hair again. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
“I’m going insane. I took my eyes off the situation for a moment, and everything went to hell.”
That was correct.
To ease Abel’s mood, I changed the subject.
“But there is one good thing.”
“What?”
I shrugged my shoulders as casually as possible. “I mean, I got my memories back.”
“Ha…”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“So many things have happened at once that I don’t know whether to be happy or sad, Fiona.”
“Oh, mm, I guess I did something wrong this time. I’m sorry.”
It seemed like Abel had suffered a lot.
“Okay, so how did your memories come back?”
“Should I call it self-defense? It just suddenly occurred to me as my biggest secret was about to be revealed, well…”
Abel shook his head, looking strangely helpless.
“You’re explaining it very vaguely. Neither Sigren nor you seem to have any intention of explaining what happened in detail.”
I touched my injured side for no reason. I wondered if I should act more assertively here.
Abel let out several heavy sighs as he watched me. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to want to pry further.
“If you’re really reflecting on yourself, grant me four wishes.”
“Four? Aren’t there usually three?”
My pleas were lightly ignored.
“First, let the wound heal completely.”
I nodded quietly.
“Second, I don’t know what happened, but clear things up with Sigren. Fix things with that rotten shit.”
His attitude toward Sigren seemed a bit excessive…
“Third, when you’ve gathered your thoughts, tell me what happened, Fiona. With your own mouth, directly.”
“I will try to do that.”
Abel tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers in disapproval. “And fourth, in the future, call me ‘Father’ unconditionally. ‘Duke,’ ‘Your Excellency,’ or anything else but ‘Father’ will not do.”
Suddenly, I felt curious. “What about ‘Daddy’?”
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine.”
What a firm answer. I guess he didn’t like how I had called him when I lost my memory. Read the translation on itsladygrey.com.
“I’ll just call you ‘Father.’”
Tsk, Abel lightly clicked his tongue, as if disappointed.
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