Chapter 157: New Duchess
Benedict shook his head vehemently. "You’re lying! She was getting better! How could her heart just-" His words faltered as he noticed something different about his father.
The man who once carried himself with authority now seemed diminished, his shoulders hunched, his gaze hollow.
Before his father could respond, the head maid stepped forward, her face lined with grief and anger. "She placed the Holy Sword on the mantle before she passed away," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "The doctors claim it was her heart, but—"
"That’s enough," The Duke snapped, his glare silencing her. He didn’t want the matter of the sword to get out. The maids were gathered here, who knows who will spread the word?
Whatever happened in the past shall remain a secret, what they needed to think of is how to move forward. If any of them dare to speak of things they should not...
But Benedict turned to the maid, desperation in his eyes. "What are you saying? What does the sword have to do with this?" Was it the Holy Temple? They were after the sword! Did they do something? Or was it someone else who was after it?
The maid hesitated, glancing between Benedict and the Duke. She decided to stay silent. Knowing that he wouldn’t get information out of her angered him. He was sad, he was angry, he hated everything!
Why... Why did this have to happen? They were finally happy... Why did she have to be taken away from him?! He still needed her... He was just a child... Mom... Please, come back...
He had many things he wished to tell her. He wanted to tell her he loved her... He said it when she woke up but he wished to say it a hundred more times... I love you.