Violet's body, which had been unable to move as if it were trapped in ice, gradually began to tremble. She said, glaring at Winter.
"You are a really, really bad person. You are a villain like no other in the world. Selfish, only caring about yourself..."
"Same thing."
"And... and..."
"Is that all the had things you know how to say?"
Winter said mischievously and smiled with the corners of his eyes curled Jen. who noticed that Violet wanted to swear more but didn't know enough swear words, was hesitant about whether or not she should tell the little lady how to swear. But even if she told her, the little lady wouldn't say something like that, so she just stopped.
Winter's breathing was heavy because someone who shouldn't have walked walked. Only then did Violet come to her senses and ask Jen for a favor.
"Could you please call a doctor?"
"I will, little madam."
Soon, Jen came running with the doctor, and Violet looked back at the uninvited guests.
"Then everyone, please leave. Because my husband is in no condition to talk."
At Violet's words, the Warhosons who had been silent for a while surrounded Catherine and made noise again.
"Madam, what kind of rudeness is this? Lady Catherine is Lord Winter's mother."
"you're right. How dare you look at Lord Winter after being so violent to Lady Catherine because you couldn't stand discipline?"
Winter's expression crumpled as he lay down on his bed when he heard a sound outside the door. It was as if he had never actually seen warhosons bite his wife before. Seeing that they were trying to harass Violet like that even though he had come to his senses, he felt ashamed that his current state seemed like a return letter.
His personality makes him want to beat them all up and kick them out, but he can't even get up on his own yet.
Violet, who had been quietly listening to the story, looked at the Warhosons. As she made eye contact with them as if she was putting everything into her eyes one by one, their harsh words gradually quieted down.
Violet opened her mouth.
"You said it was discipline."
"Yes. It was discipline."
Violet nodded at Catherine's words.
"Yes. However, as you know, I lived as a Princess without exception for even a single moment from the moment I was born as the legitimate daughter of the Lawrence family until I was 18 when I got married. That means it was a member of the Lawrence family who was responsible for my upbringing, and it was my parents."
There was a moment of silence at her words.
The parents she mentioned meant the late King and his wife. Violet continued.
"So, the reason why you thought I needed more discipline as an adult... Does this mean that my parents and the royal family lacked etiquette? I didn't know that Warhoson's manners were superior to those of the royal family. However, the Lawrence family never sticks to discipline. Raising a falcon is the Blooming family's way."
Violet looked at Catherine blankly and continued speaking.
"It's not that I can't endure discipline. I just did what I learned. There is no such behavior in the etiquette I learned before."
"Violet!"
"Then let's go in."
After Violet finished speaking, she entered the hospital room under the protection of her attendants. The Warhosons, who were speechless for a moment, started talking behind her back as if they were belatedly listening, but they didn't have the spirit to pay attention to it. Violet went in and found that, fortunately, Winter had not completely lost consciousness and was gradually calming down after receiving narcotic painkillers.
Winter grinned at Violet.
"I guess I'll finally live."
However, no expression was revealed on Violet's face. As a result, Winter felt severe anxiety from the moment he opened his eyes.
Jen, who noticed the atmosphere, pushed the servants, including the doctor, away.
"Let's all go out. Let's go out."
Thanks to her urging, everyone left and only the two of them remained in the hospital room.
A heavy silence formed a wall between the two. Winter said, holding out his hand.
"Come on. Because I can't go."
"..."
"Let me see your face. I heard she hit you."
Winter has now accepted that Violet is the only family he has in the world. In fact, with just her, it was as if he had everything in the world.
Therefore, her staying away and not wanting to come to him made him very anxious.
"I don't care if you curse or hit me, so stay close."
Winter tried to speak jokingly, but her anxious voice leaked out, unable to hide it. Violet opened her mouth.
"You're the one who tried to leave me. Do you need me nearby?"
"When did I do that?"
"You could have died..."
"I'm not dead."
"What if you die!"
Violet shouted.
"Why on earth did you do that, why!"
"How do you convince a guy who's on drugs? I had no choice but to get attention."
"No matter how...How could you leave me like that.."
Violet's voice trembled.
"Besides, why are you saying that you love me like a will? What are you telling me to do?"
"What is a will?"
"Or what?"
"What if I can't speak again. Ah, it's a will..."
Winter realized a bear later and closed his mouth. Violet clenched her fists and glared at him.
"What if you never open your eyes again? What if you died instead of me, leaving behind only the words that you love me? So how do I live? How can people be so self-indulgent and selfish!"
When Violet got angry, Winter struggled and got up with a groan. And he managed to hug Violet and lean on her, saying.
"It's my fault. I was really wrong."
"Don't come any closer."
When Violet tried to push away, Winter held her tighter. Winter had been in a coma for several days, but Violet's pushing force was too weak.
Winter's heart ached to think that Violet must have been exhausted more than he was.
"Understand me. If I'm going to die, I have to die saying I love you."
"Are you talking back now?"
"No, answer me. It's my fault."
Winter, who had never seen Violet so angry, immediately apologized. Even after taking painkillers, trying to stay up felt like hitting his stomach with a hammer, but he was more afraid of Violet getting angry than the pain. There was no color on her face at all. It almost seemed like she was supporting herself solely with her anger.
Fortunately, Violet recognized that he was sick, so she controlled her emotions and dragged Winter to the bed and laid him down.
Winter grabbed Violet's wrist as she tried to walk away again.
"Where?"
"I'm going for a walk."
"Now? Leave me?"
Violet shook his hand away without answering. But he had no strength to go for a walk and the painkillers had spread throughout his body, making him drowsy, so he let her go without any help. In fact, the act of standing just now was an act of overcoming pain that would have made an ordinary person blush several times.
Violet turned around to see Winter sighing and taking a break. And she ran out of the hospital in a hurry to avoid being caught by anyone.
She soon crouched down on a bench next to a simple stone lantern on one side of the hospital and burst into tears again.
"Oh, thank you..."
Violet said thank you to God, buried her face in her knees, and cried for a while. She had to say thank you to the person who gave him back, and she couldn't do that in front of Winter, who was angry just moments ago.
For a moment, Violet thanked God and the God of the Kanik clan for the fact that he had woken up.
***
Winter spent the next few days almost drugged. He occasionally woke up briefly, but because the painkillers were so strong, he could not be considered fully awake.
However, his recovery was clearly inhumane and contrary to the doctor's prediction that he would have to stay in bed for another week, he came to his senses after three days, and after a week, he entered the recovery period.
Still, Violet said that her husband was impatient and wandered around unnecessarily, which would worsen the wound, so he spent almost a month in the hospital. Violet's physical condition was also deteriorating, so she had to stay in the hospital and recover step by step.
Summer flew by in that long time, and Violet did not easily let go of her anger at Winter. Because of that, Winter didn't have a chance to ask Violet the questions he wanted to ask.
The moment he brought up the word heart, Violet got angry again, and Winter knew that Violet was also avoiding him because she wanted to avoid answering that question.
Winter had a premonition of death the moment he was shot. So he tried to tell Violet that he loved her with all his might. But he survived, and Winter remembered everything that Violet said to him at that moment, without a single mistake.
"The year I was six and you were twelve. If it was you who fell on that cold road, if I took the weakness of your hearts if that is why we made a vow, then give me your pain again this ume. Instead, take whatever you can buy with it, be it my blood or my life. It's definitely possible. Your clan's God must be looking after you.."
He wanted to ask about that. He had to ask.
However, Winter was overcome by fear, and could not ask Violet any questions because he felt like she would fall into hell the moment he spoke to her. Violet didn't seem to want to ask that question either, so Winter decided to keep quiet.
All he had to do now was to assure Violet that he would not ask any more questions about him. He was on the verge of going crazy because she kept avoiding him.
On the morning of the day when discharge was decided, Winter went with Jen to the bench in the hospital where Violet usually stayed.
Violet, who always finds a flower or tree she likes, sat down under a nice maple tree, just as Winter had expected.
Winter sat next to her, her eyes focused on the book.
"The leaves are already starting to fall."
"Because it's north."
Violet fixed her eyes on the book and answered indifferently.
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