My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories Chapter 59.2

Chapter 59 – Part 2

I don't know what the story behind it was, but the old Tree of Origin was where Theodore often used to visit and stare at.

Now the time has come when everything should be buried in the past and forgotten.

The short year and a half that I spent in Veronis… Still, I belatedly wondered if I was actually relatively safe. I mean, compared to when I was living at the Everett residence.

So let's forget about the pain and take only the good memories.

So that when I think of Veronis later, I won't be hurt anymore.

I quietly closed my eyes and muttered goodbye to myself.

Goodbye Veronis.

Goodbye Theodore.

Theodore woke up early in the morning.

His intuition was highly developed because he had to walk on the battlefield where monsters were prevalent, and he could instinctively sense that something was off.

After getting out of bed, he casually draped only a robe on top. He looked at his slippers, put them on his feet, and left the room.

The hallway was quiet. In the darkness where even the dawn was not bright, Theodore felt an ominous hunch within him, and he hastened his steps.

Before long, he entered the hallway where the mistress's chambers were, and stood still.

His knights, which had been posted to keep an eye on Lily, were strewn across the floor.

Theodore hurried towards them. Looking at the condition of the knights, they were fortunately not dead… But they were deeply asleep, abandoning their duty.

Theodore grabbed the doorknob of the mistress's chambers with an angry face. Before punishing the knights by waking them up, there was something more pressing.

He had to check. Was she safe in this room?

With a click, he opened the door and went inside without a second thought. He hesitated for a moment when he found a figure lying on the bed.

Long white-silver hair was disheveled on the pillow… At first glance, it was plausible enough to be mistaken. But her hair color was different from that. A bit whiter, with a pearly luster…

At that point, Theodore, who had stopped his thoughts, strode closer to the bed. Then he said as he yanked the clumsy white-silver wig off the top of the head that was sticking out over the blanket.

“Wake up, Doctor Thorpe.”

Jane Thorpe, awoken from her slumber, winced and dazedly blinked her eyes.

Jane looked around with a drowsy look, as if she was still dreaming, but soon she saw Theodore and suddenly came to her senses.

“Oh… Y-Your Grace? This, how, this is—”

The puzzled Jane stuttered. Theodore glared at her quietly and quickly grasped her situation.

Judging that he wouldn't know anything even if he asked Jane, he relentlessly turned his back. He surveyed the room with keen eyes, then his gaze stopped on the desk.

'That…'

Thanks to his good eyesight, he could recognize at a glance what was on the desk. Theodore hurried over to it. His heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

Soon, he reached the desk and stretched out his hand. An old coin was in his hand.

It was his older brother's coin.

A memento left to him by his brother. An item containing his brother's memories. Something very precious.

'Why is this here…'

He thought he had lost it. He never imagined she would have it… Even in his diary when he had lost his memory, he did not write that he had given her this coin.

…So, did she steal it?

Out of habit, Theodore unknowingly doubted her, and the next moment he was overcome with a sense of self-doubt.

Even when things had gotten to this point.

Holding the coin in his hand, he clasped it tightly. Theodore swept his face with one hand while clenching his teeth, then he raised his head again.

He took another look at the desk. A letter, divorce papers, and… the peridot necklace.

The pale green peridot shone transparently. The pure white pearls threaded through the string of the necklace had a silvery sheen. It was a necklace he had given her as a gift a long time ago.

From the first time he saw it, he thought it was a very good match for her. He still vividly remembered the moment he put this necklace directly around her neck. A shiver ran through his fingertips as he touched her thin white nape and soft skin.

…Denial. He had continued to be in denial.

After half admitting it, it became even more painful. The daughter of Duke Everett, and a woman who was nothing short of a servant to her father and brothers—

That's what he thought back then.

Chapter end