The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 29

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 029

‘That’s true, but it’s not entirely correct… No, how do I explain this?’

In front of my pleased in-laws, I couldn’t just blurt out ‘I’m not that kind of daughter-in-law,’ so my mouth clamped shut like a clam.

I noticed there were knights standing outside too.

‘…Then how many people heard what I said?’

It wasn’t anything I couldn’t say, but a person has their dignity.

I felt dizzy because I had spoken with more passion to persuade Shubel.

“Dear.”

While I was feeling embarrassed inside, I heard a quiet voice.

Just from the words, it sounded like something Bella would say, but surprisingly it was Jerkhal who called out.

I was surprised by the term of endearment ‘dear’ that he used.

I knew it was a common affectionate way to address a daughter-in-law, but my stoic father-in-law had never called me that before.

“I understand your thoughts well. If you want to do this, we can’t stop you. No, rather we should be grateful. If you need anything, tell us anytime. We’ll support you with whatever you need.”

My face brightened considerably at Jerkhal’s permission.

Naturally, the father-in-law’s authority ranks higher than the husband’s. It was worth enduring the embarrassment.

I was delighted thinking that no one could stop me now.

“Still, you must take care of your health.”

Jerkhal’s voice dropped to a serious tone.

He looked at my haggard appearance and let out a quiet sigh.

“You must be in so much pain… No. I can tell just by looking at your face. I asked something pointless.”

“Your face has become half of what it was.”

Both in-laws looked at me seriously.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth.

‘It’s just because I didn’t dress up.’

I was originally someone who went around elaborately dressed.

Naturally, comparing when I was dressed up to when I wasn’t, I now looked no different from a dried-up squid.

‘They should have told me there were people outside. Then I would have at least tidied up.’

I glared at my husband for no reason.

Since we’d been sharing the same room for quite some time, I’d gotten used to being relaxed in front of Shubel and hadn’t been conscious of it.

I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t told me.

“Come to think of it, making dessert yourself isn’t easy either, but you made it with your sick body. Just to give it to me.”

No, it’s my hobby.

The only correct part of that sentence was ‘to give it.’

“Dear, you wanted to eat milk pudding. But I couldn’t even grant you that.”

Gloomy clouds gathered over the fortress-like man’s head.

I almost bit my tongue seeing Jerkhal, who was like a thicker-lined version of Shubel, become dejected with the exact same expression as his son.

I didn’t know where to even begin correcting this.

After groaning inwardly, thinking ‘Maybe if they see a smiling face, they’ll think I’m okay,’ I tried to correct them with a bright smile.

“Father, I’m fine. I’m not sick anywhere, and right now I just lack energy because I haven’t been awake long.”

“Again, again! You’re holding it in. If you’re in pain, just say you’re in pain. How scared and difficult it must have been for this young one to cough up blood twice. Yet she’s so deep-hearted that she just endures it…”

Bella pounded her chest area vigorously as if frustrated.

Thanks to that, cracks appeared in my smile.

‘Something… the atmosphere is strange?’

Everyone was looking at me seriously.

Shubel explained the reason in a gloomy voice.

“Madam, while you were sleeping, the doctor came by.”

“…”

“Since you coughed up blood not once but twice, there must be a reason, but he said he couldn’t determine the cause of the symptoms.”

Ah, damn it. Of course they can’t find the cause since it’s a supernatural phenomenon!

So now I had become someone who was ‘afflicted with an unknown illness,’ ‘yet hiding my pain and pretending to be fine,’ and ‘prioritizing the estate while sacrificing my body.’

…None of it was correct.

“Dear, don’t worry. He must be a quack. I’ve invited a famous healing priest from the Daesin Palace, so let’s have the priest examine you again.”

“That’s right, dear. Don’t worry too much.”

Thinking I had frozen from shock, my in-laws took turns comforting me.

‘Mother, Father, that’s not it!’

I felt like I should explain something, but there was nothing… to explain.

It was true that I went on an inspection, it was true that I gave Father dessert, and it was also true that I had crazily poured out a fortune that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine, claiming I would revive the failing estate.

When just the phrase ‘hiding my sick body’ was added to all those facts, a maddening situation occurred.

‘How do I fix this?’

As I sat there feeling dejected and overwhelmed, even Shubel stepped forward to comfort me.

“Madam, don’t worry. I’ll go kidnap a priest right away.”

“No, what are you going to kidnap?!”

You just stay put!

In the end, I was subjected to imperial confinement again.

This time, even Jerkhal joined in shouting for ‘absolute rest,’ so I had no choice but to be bedridden.

‘I’m sure I put on that whole show to avoid this.’

Why am I staring at the bedroom ceiling again? And why has my in-laws’ overprotectiveness doubled?

I was wondering where exactly things went wrong when I felt someone staring at me intently from the side.

I turned to look at whoever was watching me.

I saw the culprit who had caught me trying to sneak out of the room and carried me back to bed like luggage.

I looked at the wound on his lips and the bandage wrapped around his left hand and asked.

“How did you get hurt anyway?”

I had heard from Kaiseus that the wound on his lips was from getting hit by Father because he wasn’t thinking straight, and his left hand was because he couldn’t control his strength when holding a potion bottle to feed me and ended up breaking it.

But it seemed impolite not to ask anything when seeing him injured, so I chose this topic.

Shubel blinked slowly.

“Ah.”

Then a look of ‘oh right, this happened’ flashed by for an instant—it was so brief I wondered if I saw it wrong—and his previously calm face darkened immediately.

“It’s nothing much. I just made some mistakes…”

Anyone could see that face says it’s something significant, right?

He even went so far as to lift me up, so I wondered if he was okay. I was a bit concerned so I asked.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a small cut.”

“A cut is a cut. Where is there such a thing as ‘just a small cut’? Let me see it.”

When I reached out my hand, Shubel tried to avoid it saying ‘I can’t bother you when you’re unwell…’ so I just grabbed it and unwrapped the bandage.

“…You call this ‘small’?”

I was horrified seeing his completely mangled hand.

He moved around with this?

I realized it wasn’t at a level where I could just touch it, but since I’d already unwrapped it, I applied medicine and rewrapped it with a new bandage.

Then I kicked him out of the room, telling him to go see his doctor, partly to have some time alone.

Click.

Shubel stood in front of the closed door, quietly looking down at his hand wrapped in the new bandage.

He murmured softly.

“Madam is so kind it’s troublesome.”

His languid eyes blinked.

A satisfied smile had appeared on his lips at some point.

“I wonder if she’d tend to me if I got hurt more.”

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