Chapter 175 - The Pain Was Good (2) (1/2)

Mirabelle started to stir. How long had it been? Her eyes were still closed and her vision was dark, but she could vaguely make out a voice talking.

“She’s alive now because of the quick medical treatment. A little later and it would have been disastrous.”

Who was speaking? A doctor?

Another, more familiar, voice replied. It was the stern tone of her father, Alphord.

“How the hell did you watch over Mirabelle while I was away? I can’t believe you allowed a mere servant to accompany her outside the mansion!”

Even without seeing his face, Mirabelle knew that her father was terribly angry. Michael’s voice answered from somewhere nearby.

“I’m sorry, My Lord. It’s all my fault.”

Mirabelle wanted to get out of bed and explain that it was not the butler’s fault. She had begged Michael to go on a picnic alone with Kuhn.

The atmosphere in the room continued to crackle, but fortunately, it was Derek that now spoke to reassure his father.

“Stop it, Father. It’s not the butler’s fault. How could he change Mirabelle’s decision? I’ll look after her more carefully.”

“How long has Elena been married?”

“…Not long.”

“Very well, keep it a secret from her for now. If she hears that Mirabelle is sick, she’ll come running back. Now that she’s the Crown Princess, it’s not good for her to be involved in every detail of our family.”

Alphord’s words about drawing a line with Elena struck a blow to Mirabelle’s heart. Even if Elena was married and changed her last name, she was still the eldest daughter of the Blaise family. Apart from the fact that Mirabelle was sickly, Mirabelle didn’t like the way she was treated differently than everyone else. In her eyes, Alphord always acted more cold-heartedly towards Elena.

With that thought in her mind, Mirabelle fell into slumber once again. Sounds drifted in and out of her consciousness, from the friendly voices of the maids wandering around, to the conversation of the servants outside the door, and the now familiar voice of the doctor whose face she hadn’t seen yet. But none of them had the voice that Mirabelle wanted to hear.

‘Where are you?’

Perhaps he had gone to the palace when she was unconscious? Did her other family members punish him because they went on a picnic alone? Numerous questions and worries twisted in her head, but lifting her heavy eyelids wasn’t easy.

‘…I miss you.’

She missed Kuhn’s cool gray eyes. She wanted to hear the blunt monotone of his voice.

‘Kuhn…Kuhn…’