Chapter 768: Just as You Thought
The Countess sat down in a chair a little away from Lynch and brushed her hair back.
Her hair wasn’t messy; a jeweled hairpin held it in place, not childish but like a last grasp at youth.
“My husband was unlucky…” she began, and Lynch listened quietly.
“It was just a fever. We didn’t worry much. After some medicine, it eased. He told us everything would be fine.”
“Can you imagine? That morning he even talked about plans for the children, but by noon he was unconscious. He didn’t make it through the night.”
When she spoke, her eyes held no sadness. At first, there might have been pain or tears, but as time passed, it became just a small mark in a long, brief life.
That mark represented only a page, not the whole story, nor the joy or sorrow.
“I’m sorry, ma’am…” Lynch said the expected words—he couldn’t say he was glad.
She raised a hand to stop him. “It’s nothing. I used to grieve, but now I’m used to facing these things.”