The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 33

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 033

 

Shasha turned her head as if enchanted and caught her breath softly upon seeing the devastatingly handsome man approaching from ahead.

 

Deep black hair, violet eyes that brought to mind all manner of beautiful poetry. A vest that hugged tightly around his tall frame and solid torso.

 

Graceful lines that tapered sharply at his slender waist before flowing down to his long legs. The upright yet arrogant gait befitting high nobility.

 

Even to Shasha, who had seen many renowned beauties in the capital, this was a man of a different caliber entirely.

 

She instinctively blushed and murmured shyly.

 

“Oh, I would be so grateful if you could…”

 

“My lady.”

 

The man passed right by Shasha without a glance.

 

Shasha Lert couldn’t immediately understand what had just happened to her.

 

With her pure beauty and calculating mind that knew how to use it, she had never been so blatantly ignored by a man before.

 

Even engaged noblemen and married men would pretend otherwise while stealing glances at her.

 

“You promised you wouldn’t go outside the capital city if possible.”

 

She found herself turning around without realizing it.

 

The handsome man she had just seen was expressing his disappointment like a large dog acting cute.

 

His gaze was fixed solely on one person, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

 

That ‘nothing else’ included herself as well.

 

“I didn’t go far.”

 

“Still, I worry.”

 

Moreover, that man’s sole ‘one person’ was someone she knew very well.

 

‘Elisia Seton…!’

 

Elisia stepped down from the carriage with the man’s escort.

 

The knight escorting the Lert father and daughter naturally greeted her as well.

 

“Good afternoon, young lady.”

 

“Ah, Sir Jeron.”

 

Though she must have noticed her, Elisia casually addressed only the knight and smiled brightly.

 

“I heard there was formal training today. You must have worked hard.”

 

“Not at all. It was my duty.”

 

“Even if it’s your duty, that doesn’t mean you don’t get tired. I’ve instructed the head chef about dinner, so please go in with the other knights.”

 

Understanding that he could stop what he was doing now, Jeron bowed respectfully and withdrew.

 

Only then did Elisia’s gaze turn to Shasha.

 

“Oh my, were you there?”

 

That detestable tone of voice.

 

“It’s been a while, my dear Shasha. You didn’t even send word of exactly when you’d arrive and just showed up at someone else’s in-laws’ house so thoughtlessly – I couldn’t believe such an inconsiderate thing could be true, so I failed to welcome you properly.”

 

Elisia raised the corners of her mouth while leaning against her husband.

 

“I hope you’ll understand.”

 

Crack.

 

Shasha forgot to act like a pitiful woman and bit her lip.

 

A similar but different situation came to mind.

 

‘Sister has plenty of other dresses anyway. So couldn’t you let me have this one?’

 

It was three years ago. The year of Elisia’s coming-of-age birthday party.

 

She had fallen in love at first sight with one of Elisia’s dresses. She had never seen such a beautiful dress.

 

She thought that since her sister had an abundance of dresses, surely she could spare this one for her.

 

Then Elisia had said-

 

‘Shasha, you should speak properly. That’s not yielding, that’s robbery, isn’t it?’

 

‘…!’

 

‘And not everything in life gets solved by whining. Try reducing your greed. Or develop some ability.’

 

What made her so great that she even lectured her?

 

Angry, Shasha had returned home fuming and after much deliberation… ordered a dress of the same design.

 

She convinced herself that this was Elisia’s own doing.

 

If only she had been kind-hearted from the start and yielded to her, instead of trying to beat down her young cousin sister so stubbornly.

 

Shasha attended Elisia’s birthday party wearing the dress she had so desperately wanted.

 

She intended to embarrass her as much as she had been humiliated.

 

If anyone whispered, she planned to tear up and say she was young and didn’t know better, that her sister had shown it off to her so she thought it was okay.

 

‘Oh my, Lady Lert. Did you perhaps not know today’s dress code?’

 

But Elisia appeared wearing a completely different dress from the classic long dress she had shown her.

 

And it was an elegant and sophisticated short dress that suited her much better.

 

‘This party is to celebrate Lady Seton’s coming of age, so we all agreed to dress semi-formally…’

 

‘She looks like she could head straight to a wedding ceremony right now.’

 

‘Doesn’t it look exactly like a child who stole adult clothes?’

 

Her mind went blank from people’s subtle mockery and whispers.

 

The dress she had wanted so desperately suddenly felt as uncomfortable as wearing burlap.

 

When their eyes met, Elisia must have known that she had stolen her dress design, yet she casually raised her wine glass and said:

 

‘Oh dear, Shasha. The dress you said you’d wear matched the code, so I didn’t say anything separately… but you changed it?’

 

‘…’

 

‘I hope you’ll understand. How could I have known you’d change dresses within a month?’

 

She realized intuitively that Elisia Seton had shown her the dress on purpose.

 

Whether she stole the dress design or not, it was a discarded dress she never intended to wear in the first place!

 

“…”

 

The humiliation, misery, and devastating despair of that day came flooding back.

 

Shasha’s hands trembled slightly. She clenched one hand so tightly it drew blood.

 

“You said you came to recuperate? How perfect. There’s a place in the north for patients who are physically and mentally exhausted. It’s in a trial operation period so they’re only taking one group, but you’re lucky? I’m sure you’ll love it too.”

 

She thought to herself that she wanted to see Elisia despair. She wanted to shatter that confidence that she could do anything.

 

‘I must see you crumble and regret it desperately.’

 

Then her eyes fell on the man who was the only one who wouldn’t even glance at her.

 

The man who was still looking at Elisia as if she were the most dazzling thing in the world.

 

‘That must be your husband.’

 

She finally composed her expression that had been twisted like a demon and smiled brightly.

 

“Oh my, sister. I’m so happy that you’re thinking of me!”

 

What if I had that man?

 

If I made that perfect man mine… would your face still be so relaxed then?

 

Shasha Lert’s envious jealousy blossomed into complete hatred.

 

I watched my uncle’s party enter the castle following a servant’s guidance.

 

‘This is going to be tiring for a while.’

 

Since they were barging into someone else’s in-laws’ house, not even their own, they definitely wouldn’t leave easily.

 

Whatever happened, they would shamelessly persist.

 

Still, the reason I wasn’t too worried was thanks to the Duchy people who were cold to others but warm to their own family.

 

I smiled slightly thinking of Bella, who had excused herself to meet the finance minister upon hearing that unwelcome guests had arrived.

 

When visiting a high-ranking family, it was customary to greet the lady of the house first, but it would probably take several days for my uncle’s party to safely complete their audience with the Duchess.

 

“By the way, what brings you here?”

 

This time I looked to the seat beside me. I had gone to check on the railway construction that had supposedly begun, only to find my husband, whom I had sent to the construction site to work, waiting to greet me.

 

When I looked at him questioningly, Shubel’s eyes drooped.

 

“I was worried you might feel unwell after being exposed to the cold wind.”

 

I wondered if Shubel had developed anxiety after my second coughing up blood, or was I mistaken?

 

It hadn’t been this bad even during my first episode, but he seemed unable to trust even when the doctor said I was fine, and kept following me around.

 

“The sun is shining brightly and there’s no wind though?”

 

“The air is cold.”

 

“Isn’t it late spring now? I heard it’s almost early summer.”

 

“This is the north, which you’re not accustomed to, my lady.”

 

“Shubel.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I was about to say that this was our contract marriage, and that this seemed too excessive, but I held back.

 

It seemed like he himself wasn’t aware that he was acting this way.

 

‘And…’

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