Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 57
I really, hate you, Shane.
I know.
I hate you….
Yes, yes. I know.
There was no way he didnât know.
But after Adeline disappeared, it felt like Shane was living by inhaling hot sand instead of air. Every moment, every second, the realization that she wasn’t there choked his heart, making it unbearable.
The irretrievable last moment never left his mind, and sometimes it was hard to withstand the impulses. Even if he was alive, the one person he loved wasnât here. She left without telling him how to be happyâŚ.
I hate you. You, who abandoned me.
You, who made me realize how horrible the world is without you.
So, I can’t let you go. Even if you cry.
Even if you hate me.
He pulled Adeline, who was curled up and asleep, closer to him, holding her tightly.
Only when her warm skin and hot breath touched his skin did he finally feel like he could finally breathe.
Youâre alive.
Youâre here, alive⌠Adeline.
Shane fell into a deep sleep.
***
He fired some of the mansionâs staff.
It wasnât difficult since those who had worked since the time of the previous duke had already moved to the estate, leaving only the newer employees. The selection was left to Lloyd.
Shane was always bothered by the presence of the boy chosen by Adeline, but he had to admit, regardless of his feelings, that the boy was very useful.
It took Lloyd less than two days to investigate the pasts and tendencies of the mansionâs staff. He identified those who leaked information, were susceptible to bribes, or had many weaknesses.
He then left the list he didnât want to see on Shaneâs desk and went out to carry out Adelineâs orders.
âOf course, he would hate it.â
I hate it too.
Back then, he genuinely threatened a child who was half his size. It was an unworthy memory for Shane as well.
He knew it was petty jealousy.
But seeing the boy stick close to Adeline made his jealousy boil uncontrollably. Even at moments like this.
âLloyd⌠waterâŚ.â
Adelineâs voice, rough and scratched, weakly called another manâs name.
Her hand, stretched out from the bed, flailed in the air before stopping. She probably remembered that she had sent her attendant away.
Unable to resist the impulse, Shane grabbed Adeline’s hand.
If she had the strength, she would have shaken it off immediately, but her hot hand stiffened for a moment before going limp.
It didnât mean she wasnât rejecting him.
Yet, Shane couldnât help but feel happy as he covered her hot forehead with his palm. Adeline took a dry breath.
âThe fever wonât go down.â
âUghâŚ.â
Adeline muttered with a slightly frustrated expression on her flushed face.
âYou were tired. Itâs no wonder you collapsed. There were so many stressful things.â
Mocking me now, are you? Adeline let out a hollow laugh.
âWhose fault do you think that is?â
âItâs my fault.â
Shane admitted readily.
âThatâs why Iâll take responsibility.â
âThen would you kindly and responsibly get lost? Seeing you just makes my fever rise.â
Despite her harsh words, Shane didnât even blink and said,
âYou need to take more medicine.â
âGet lostâŚ.â
âIf you take it on an empty stomach, itâll upset your stomach. Should I bring you some simple soup?â
âIâll throw up.â
Adeline declared. She was trying to act composed, but the occasional haziness in her eyes showed that it was difficult for her to stay conscious.
âIs there anything you want to eat?â
âNothingâŚ.â
âAnything you want me to do?â
âWhy do you keep asking when you wonât listen even if I tell you to leaveâŚ.â
âYou know me well.â
âIf you could just stop talkingâŚ.â
Adeline, who was about to scold him, closed her mouth and frowned. She looked even paler, as if she was feeling nauseous. Shane pulled a chair closer to the head of the bed.
Adeline edged away.
âGet away, youâll catch it.â
âIâve never caught a cold in my life.â
ââŚSo obnoxiousâŚ.â
âThatâs why Iâm telling youâIâm fine. Iâm probably more useful than your attendant.â
âYouâŚ.â
What gives him such confidence when heâs probably never taken care of a sick person in his life? Adeline looked at him with disdain.
âWhy are you seriously competing with a child?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âLloyd is so… cuteâŚ.â
As long as Adeline found Lloyd adorable, there would never be a day when she got along well with Shane. In truth, even without that, Shane and Lloydâs temperaments were completely incompatible.
Shane decided it would be better to bring medicine rather than talk at length to a sick person.
âWait a moment. Iâll get more medicine.â
Adeline couldnât respond.
âHer fever has risen.â
She wasnât coughing much, but she had a high fever and severe body aches.
The physician of the Blanchard family didnât keep a large supply of cold medicine.
Except for the long-deceased former duchess, no one in the family had been weak enough to fall ill with the changing seasons.
The physician, having to attend to a weak patient for the first time in a long while, had been quite flustered and brought various medicines, but he hadnât yet found the right one for Adeline. It was dangerous to take a lot of medicine at once, so he was giving her small doses and monitoring her condition.
As Shane tried to get up, Adeline grabbed his hand tightly.
ââŚâŚ.â
Shane looked at Adeline, half-asleep with her eyes closed, clutching his hand.
âAdeline, I need to get your medicine.â
Adeline didnât respond.
With a frown on her nose and her eyes shut, she seemed to have fallen asleep while trying to hide her weakness.
The grip of her hand was as weak as a feather.
He could easily shake it off with a light tug. However, Shane, careful not to let Adelineâs curled fingers slip from his, sat back down gently, ensuring not even the slightest movement to jostle her.
He stayed there, watching her sleep all night.