Chapter 114 – Fever (1)
Isabella’s order to welcome guests was issued, but Germaine did not move.
“Your father will not allow it.”
Germaine’s response instead of following her orders only inflamed Isabella’s anger further.
“… Germaine. “What are we going to do now?”
She spoke while grinding Isabella Guy. Germain took the brunt of her anger and answered calmly.
“I was just telling the truth, lady.”
Before she took over the affairs of the mansion in earnest, it was Germaine herself who helped her father with his work.
Since he had been in charge of running the farm on Isabella’s behalf when she was young, she was confident that Mr. Gordon would not hastily fire him since he knew the farm’s finances and the source of the money well.
“…”
Her purple eyes flashed fiercely without an answer. It was a strange sight. I can’t believe she looked so emotionally charged. Germain knew very well that they were awkward with each other.
“Get out, right now.”
Germaine seemed to have barely suppressed her anger and did not reply anymore to Isabella, who pointed to the door with her finger and gave orders in a cold voice. Just like she always did, she gave her a polite greeting and left her room.
Squeak-tap.
Germain closed the door with his back to her and walked out into her hallway, sighing slightly.
It was as if he had made a choice that could no longer be undone. With a complicated feeling, he went back to his work.
Inside her office after Germain left, Isabella stood in her corner and stared into space.
It felt like I was experiencing a vision caused by a terrible fever. Her head felt like it was floating, and she couldn’t think properly, and Germaine, whom she had trusted all this time, rebelled against her.
Why on earth?
It was a question that occupied her entire mind.
Is Germaine, who has been quiet, following her own instructions, rebelling like this?
In my plan, which was going so perfectly, why do noises keep appearing and little by little cracks appear?
What I’ve dreamed of my whole life, why do you keep trying to change and teach me things that don’t matter?
Why on earth?
“… Why on earth!”
The murmur ended with an evil scream.
The heat traveling through my entire body to my head and the burning sensation in my hair were extremely awkward. My breathing doesn’t calm down easily and a trickle of sweat flows down my forehead.
Uneasy. She felt anxious and anxious on a level she had never felt before.
Her extraordinary talent and intense ambition for her goals have allowed her to achieve everything she has ever wanted. As if the goddess of luck was with us, results were revealed without fail, whether it was work or desire.
But now?
Why, at this late date.
To coax her simple Becky and turn Lucia’s affection for her sister towards herself.
He isolated Siana, caused Mason to collapse, and humiliated Grace in a good way.
The moment when the goal of creating a family for oneself is over just by crossing the threshold.
Why on earth?
Isabella could not control the unpleasant excitement flowing throughout her body. She started pacing around her room, feeling like she had to do something, but her nerves, which were starting to fray, did not calm down.
Germaine’s changed attitude was just as shocking. She was sure that even if someone around her betrayed her, at least it wouldn’t be Germaine.
Even though she knew before anyone else what kind of person she really was, she was silent, and she did not induce any feelings for herself as she did for Lucia.
But now that she saw him standing upright against Isabella, she felt like she was witnessing some kind of unpleasant nightmare.
It seemed as if an unpleasant laugh could be heard from somewhere.
She covered her ears because it seemed like she was hearing a simultaneous, unpleasant, convulsive sound of laughter from the other side that could not be identified as Lucia’s voice or Mason’s, Germaine’s, and Grace’s.
So strong that it feels like he’s pressing down on her head with both hands.
When the strong pressure on her head was about to erase her unpleasant auditory hallucinations, Isabella slowly removed her hands from her ears. As the feeling of frustration that prevented her from making even a single sound disappears, her unpleasant feelings become more intense.
It was so annoying.
It was very similar to the people who could not have even the slightest influence on her plans, but they kept getting on her nerves, squirming to escape, and desperately trying to have hope.
But the most unforgivable thing of all was that she hated herself for constantly being distracted by such trivial things and now starting to feel nervous and anxious.
Isabella looked down at her hands, suddenly aware that her body was shaking. Her arms were shaking, and the more she tried to calm them down, the more anxious she became.
The more she realizes that she is being swayed by her emotions, the more her disgust with herself blooms.
She hated herself like this.
She didn’t want to feel insecure, so she worked like crazy to prove her abilities.
In order to secure leadership, she defeated, manipulated, and broke the will of others.
But why?
Am I this anxious?
In her grand scheme of things, the noisy area was, in a way, nothing more than a dramatically minor blemish. However, despite this, she was unable to properly control her growing anxiety and draining emotions.
Even if I thought about it myself, I wasn’t logical or rational.
But no matter how much she tried to persuade and persuade herself, her rising anxiety could not subside.
In the end, Isabella stormed out of her office. I don’t think I’ll be able to maintain my sanity if I continue like this.
She hesitates for a moment about where to go, but then she decides on her destination.
She needed Siana now.
Currently, Isabella needed firm assurance. Her confidence that her plan will succeed.
To not be shaken, not to be anxious, to gain her confidence that her own plans will not fail.
She laughs and feels sorry for Sianna, who is drunk and loses consciousness, is helpless, and cannot even maintain her life without administering the medicine she saved.
I had to be convinced that it existed.
However, when you open the door and enter the room, the sunlight coming through the window only illuminates the neatly made bed.
Siana was nowhere to be found.
At that moment, Isabella felt her heart sink.
When she came to, she was running. She runs out of her room, barely able to avoid falling. She goes down the stairs and glances at the people passing by. Her servants greeted her, but they did not reach her ears.
She looks around to find Sianna’s wheelchair, but she is nowhere to be seen.
It didn’t take long for the unpleasant nervousness to turn into anxiety, and anxiety into fear.
Isabella walks around her mansion, breathing heavily. Now, the employees give her strange looks at her attitude, which is so different from usual, but she doesn’t care. No, it was best to barely suppress the sound that rose up in her throat as she asked where the dirty things were looking.
Her heart is pounding frantically, her breathing is reaching the tip of her chin, her hair is sticking to her sweaty cheeks and tickling, but it doesn’t stop.
“… Is it okay-“
Isabella shouts as one comes into her field of vision, approaching her cautiously.
“Where is Sianna!”
“Yes, yes?”
When he sees her questioning her with a stupid expression, he suppresses her cursing and shouts even louder.
“Where is Sianna! “Tell me!”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know-“
Isabella goes down to her mansion again, leaving her alone to answer with her trembling voice. Her overwhelming anxiety continued to oppress her. The unpleasant laughter she heard in her office earlier resonates in her head, and before she knows it, it fills her mansion.
Please.
Please.
Don’t run away.
If you run away, I will kill you.
I will kill you, Mason, Lucia, and Becky.
An unpleasant voice in her head and a stream of thoughts like a maniac fill her mind. But even then, her eyes wander, looking for her gray hair somewhere else.
The legs were constantly moving. Naturally, after making a half-circle, I realized that I was headed to the basement, and then turned my shaky body around and crossed the first floor hallway. As she kicks down her front door, the bright sun and hot summer air surround her. A sudden bright light pierces the corner of her eyes, but she forces herself to open them and scans her garden.
And in one part of the garden of her mansion, Sianna was seen riding a wheelchair.
The moment she saw her, a doubt appeared in Isabella’s head.
Of course, it is impossible based on common sense, but it is a terrible ritual created by anxiety and fear.
By any chance, has Sianna come to her senses?
Did she become resistant to the drug or did I give Jennifer the drug properly?
What if Jennifer is also in secret with Mason?
Before she came to her senses, she was catching her breath with Lucia right in front of her. Around her, gardeners who were pruning her branches gave her questioning looks from the corner of their eyes, but they paid no attention to her and grabbed her bony arms and lifted her sleeves.
Numerous needle marks were visible. Since the cycle of receiving medication was short, it was not easy to determine which was an old wound.
When I shook Sianna roughly, she was helpless and her body just followed the force.
There is no consciousness. Isabella sighed in relief without even realizing it.
In the hot, unpleasant midday sunlight, she stood transfixed with Sianna in front of her. When I hear her footsteps on the ground and raise my head, her freckles and red hair catch my eye.
Jennifer was there.
“Lady.”
As she greeted her, Isabella walked towards her and waved her hand.
Jjong-
The loud, sharp sound of flesh hitting, the tingling sensation in her palm, the unpleasant sweat running down her face.
Lungs that feel like they’re about to explode, a sore throat, and calves and feet that scream silently.
“… “Who.”
Her voice was hoarse and weak. The anger boiled even more.
“Someone wants to bring Siana out!”
Upon hearing her hysterical scream and realizing it was her own, Jennifer, who was looking at her while clutching her red cheeks, slowly lowers her head.
“… Sorry, miss. “I think I mistook it for a walk.”
… A walk?
It was only after hearing those words that her memories came flooding back. The doctor told her that she could become weak if she was not exposed to sunlight for a long time, so she was instructed to take walks at regular intervals.
Feeling her muscles relax, Isabella lowered her arms. Blood rushes to her ears, and her body’s sense of touch becomes sharp as a needle.
It felt like I could feel eyes from all over.
From the gardeners, from the window of the mansion that cannot be seen from here.
From the bushes and trees, even under Siana’s blankly closed eyelids.
A dizzying feeling of dizziness overtakes her, but she manages to hold it in.
It’s because of the fever. It was clear that it was due to a fever caused by the heat of a summer day.
“Go in and call people to bring Siana back up. “I will take you with me.”
“Yes.”
At Isabella’s words, Jennifer turned around without delay and walked towards the mansion. After standing for a moment to catch her breath, she nervously raises her Sianna’s arms again. After looking at the dense needle marks, I lower my sleeves again and lower the wheelchair.
When I get up, I’ll have to ask Jennifer when she last had an injection.
No, now that I think about it again, I should also ask them to bring the injection and medicine bottle they used. If you check, you will feel safer.
… Just in case, would it be better to alternate between the antidote and the drug and inject one more time?
Yes.
There’s nothing wrong with being sure, so just a little, just a little.
Isabella pushed her wheelchair toward the mansion, not sure if she was muttering it out loud or in her head.
She wanted to give her injection and restore her stability as soon as possible.
