Resetting Lady - Chapter 184

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What was Karen talking about right now? A confession? To Isella? Karen? No matter how much she wanted to become friends, what kind of terrible joke was this.

“The two of us can’t live together forever. Two people really is too few.”

“Absolutely not.”

In Raymond’s mind, plans quickly flowed about where to relocate Karen. It would be better for just the two of them to live together again for a while. Karen seemed offended by Raymond’s firm answer and raised her voice.

“When have I ever asked for your permission before acting?”

“Even so, absolutely not.”

“I’m going to try it anyway, even if Isella doesn’t believe me!”

“Why are you lying?”

“What? What are you talking about. I’m trying to tell her the complete truth.”

“…The truth. Karen, you…”

“I know it will sound crazy too.”

“…”

Karen’s attitude didn’t change.

“Lord Raymond, are you crying?”

“…”

Her voice sounded utterly pathetic.

How could this be.

“No, do you hate telling Isella about the regression that much?”

“…What?”

“I know she won’t believe it anyway, right? But still… Fine. If you hate it that much, I won’t do it. Geez…”

The misunderstanding was cleared up much later.

Raymond’s face turned bright red as he repeatedly apologized to Karen, but Karen’s flaring glare didn’t subside for a long time.

* * *

Relationships between people are incredibly difficult.

Nothing flowed the way she thought it would.

But Karen wanted to approach more sincerely. She wanted to take responsibility for herself and truly experience what it meant to live a real life. This was especially important for someone like Isella, who was both close and distant.

“Isella, I have something to tell you for a moment.”

Karen knocked on Isella’s door late at night when she came in. Isella in her pajamas opened the door and looked at Karen’s face with considerable fatigue accumulated on her own.

“If it’s not something important, why don’t we talk in the morning?”

“It’s something important.”

“…What is it?”

“Could we go inside to talk?”

Isella stood at the doorway, unwilling to move, but since she had no justification to keep blocking, she opened the door.

“I have things to do tomorrow, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep it short.”

“Yes.”

Karen entered Isella’s room.

“…”

It was messy. Couldn’t be helped.

Isella had no experience cleaning herself, so she lived with things piled up messily. Just two days ago, Karen had cleaned everything up while helping her dress.

In just two days, the space was once again terribly cluttered with clothes, various receipts, and magazines scattered about. Even on top of the bed, magazine books were strewn everywhere. With nowhere to sit, Karen stood while Isella roughly pushed aside the magazines on the bed and invited Karen to sit.

“Th-thank you.”

How could the same room be so different? When Isella lived in her house and Karen worked there, she would nag about even a speck of dust rolling around in disgust, but when it became her turn to clean up, she seemed to have gladly decided to become messy.

It was admirable how she could sleep in such a room yet come out looking impeccably neat and gorgeous when getting ready.

As Karen perched lightly on the bed, Isella leaned against the desk and asked her.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Karen calmed her pounding heart and confessed to Isella.

“Isella, actually I’m much older than I look.”

“…That is somewhat shocking.”

“Actually, I’ve died and come back to life over a hundred times.”

I want to tell someone. I want someone to understand my situation. I want to share my story. That desire burst forth uncontrollably. It was a desire to speak. It wasn’t enough that only Raymond, who was in the same situation, knew. It was a desire to confess to others who didn’t know her.

I’ve died over a hundred times. You and I were never on good terms. I’ll die again soon. Do you know why? Because I can’t get pregnant. The reasons for dying vary, but I can never escape this situation. I’ll live like this forever.

I want to be friends with you.

Because I’ve never succeeded even once until now.

Isella’s face changed in various ways.

Sometimes looking pathetic, sometimes terrified, and even turning pale and stiff.

Karen left out the part about trying to kill Isella and emphasized only her own tragedy, wrapping it up nicely. Isella might start by pitying her. Perhaps that’s how human relationships should begin. People showing mercy to each other.

Karen’s story continued for a long time, and finally Isella answered.

“…Alright. I understand.”

“You believe me?”

Isella nodded.

Karen’s eyes widened. That couldn’t be right?

Even Raymond hadn’t believed her immediately. Father never believed her until the end. Only Dulan, who had planned all of this, believed her. But Isella just believes me? Why? Karen, who had come prepared to even be slapped, felt deflated. Why do you believe me?

Hesitating, Isella grabbed the confused Karen’s shoulder.

And slowly said to Karen.

“Yes. So… um… Karen, when morning comes tomorrow, let’s go to the hospital together first.”

Isella’s eyes resembled Raymond from the past.

The past.

“…You think I’m crazy.”

Isella averted her gaze.

“…Alcoholism isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s a secret, but Father also received treatment for alcoholism in the past.”

“I’m not an alcoholic.”

If anything, it’s drug addiction.

She thought it would be like this. Karen let out a weak sigh. She had tried to get close for once, even revealing her secret, but this was the reaction. Perhaps this was a normal person’s response. Isella said seriously.

“Don’t be too embarrassed. The hospitals supported by the Evans Family are truly first-class. Aeven Monastery is also under our umbrella.”

“…So I’m not crazy…”

Karen raised her hand to cover her eyes. Was it pointless to do this late at night? She had confessed hoping for at least some sympathy, but being dismissed as crazy talk so quickly was somewhat bitter. It was even more so because she had initially mistaken Isella for believing her.

“But it’s not a bad thing, right? Let’s go to the hospital and get checked at least once.”

Raymond had already finished cross-verification in the past.

Karen wondered if there was really a need to go, but since Isella’s face was serious, she nodded. Whatever the results, it wouldn’t be bad to go once more.

“…Yes, I’ll gladly accept Miss Isella’s kindness.”

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Isella Evans felt somewhat chilled by how excessively detailed Karen Hyer’s delusions were. When Karen muttered and gradually became more heated in her speech, her face was close to madness. Her words, poured out without even taking a breath in between, were enough to make the listener sick.

‘…She’s still young, it’s pitiful…’

But it earned that much sympathy. Though it was sympathy that made her want to distance herself. Isella was shocked when she heard what the doctor said.

“…That can’t be.”

“I’m certain. Shall I tell you directly, Miss Isella?”

The elderly doctor spoke to Isella as if it were nothing significant. Doctors are always so indifferent about everything. But for the listener, it was shocking. What he said was impossible.

“No, no… Don’t tell her yet.”

Isella clenched her fist thinking of Karen waiting outside. The reason Isella brought Karen was for various examinations.

‘If she admits she’s crazy, she might get better.’

It was a judgment filled with sympathy and fear from someone living right next door. When she thought Karen wasn’t in her right mind, those small frustrations turned into fear that approached Isella. But it was also true that Karen had been good to her, so Isella brought her to the hospital.

Among Karen’s nonsense, Isella was particularly uncomfortable with the fact that she was excessively concerned about pregnancy. This was a country where religion dominated all of society. It wasn’t something a girl barely seventeen years old should be saying.

“Are you really certain?”

“Yes. I’m certain.”

Karen Hyer is pregnant.

* * *

“…Hah.”

Isella sighed deeply enough to make the ground cave in. And she lamented why she had to worry about this.

In the garden of the Cathedral, there was a rose garden that bloomed early. It was a beautiful garden that followed the logic of capital rather than praise for God.

But it wasn’t something that would catch Isella’s eye, and since there were many other places to visit in the capital, she felt no need to visit the rose garden. Until today.

Isella felt pitiful about her situation—unable to go out to the city or enter the church, anxiously praying in the garden. She was actually praying, of all things.

‘Oh God, what should I say to Karen?’

While staying at the Great Cathedral, Isella began praying to God for the first time in years. It felt awkward since she hadn’t done it for so long, but she couldn’t help herself. That’s how much her head was aching.

“Only donate when it’s good for tax breaks, help others while making sure to get credit, and absolutely never get involved in anything that might cause trouble.”

She should have followed Father’s advice not to interfere in matters that wouldn’t benefit her. Isella clasped her hands together while looking up at the Great Cathedral from among the rose garden.

‘Why did I do something I never do…’

She couldn’t bring herself to enter the main church and pray. If she, who normally didn’t pray, was found praying, any priest would surely ask her what was wrong, and Isella didn’t have the confidence to answer that question naturally.

Moreover, she didn’t have the confidence to act naturally around Karen Hyer, who would be in the main church at this hour. So Isella had stayed awake all night and came out to the garden from early dawn, wracking her brains like this.

“Haaaaah…”

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