She was sent by God - Chapter 152.1
It was the 15th apology she received.
Agnes had a cruel desire to strangle the doctor who was bowing his head for a moment.
She called all the famous doctors in Nirseg to treat Laslo but they all say the same thing. She had enough of their apology.
Instead of strangling the doctor, she turned her head. The man in bed is still lying motionless.
Are you having a pleasant dream? Is it because the dream was so pleasant that you couldn’t bear waking up?
She had already shed so many tears that she had run out of them. Agnes stroked his arms and the back of his hand.
“Madam, may I come in?”
The door opened and Adrienne shuddered in. She held a few things and bandages in her hands.
“It’s time to change the Lord’s bandage.”
Agnes blinked and remained silent. Her gaze was solely on Laslo, who lay motionless.
Adrienne carefully approached Laslo’s side, disinfected the wound, applied medicine, and changed the bandage. That was all she could do.
It’s been more than ten days since Laslo was stabbed with Sebastian’s dagger. Nobody dared to make a toast despite the fact that the Arpad army had taken over the palace.
“I’ll leave now. Madam.”
Adrienne raised her head. As she spoke, Agnes ran her fingers across Laslo’s forehead.
“Does he have any chance of waking up?”
“…as of now, Nothing.”
“How can you be so sure of that? There is no doubt that the world is full of miracles. Laslo can wake up again.”
Adrienne’s voice was filled with regret.
“That’s right, there might be miracles. But he doesn’t have much time. His pulse is weakening, and his spine and other internal organs have sustained severe damage. To be completely honest, I believe that the Lord’s perseverance to this point is a miracle.”
Adrienne’s soft manner of speaking became firm at the end. Agnes was determined to counteract everything Adrienne said.
You’re wrong. She wanted to casually shake it off and scream that he’d get up.
However, her mouth was stuck as if it had been glued together, so her words couldn’t come out. Her lips, hands, and feet were trembling.
“To be honest, I’m sure the Lord is struggling as well. His gut is already severely damaged, so even the slightest discomfort could be excruciating.”
She thought her tears had dried up, but they started to fall again.
“Oh, I’m not quite ready to let Laslo go yet. I’m not, I’m still…….”
There are so many things I have yet to accomplish. It hasn’t been long since we realized that we were in love with each other.
I haven’t done anything for him yet, I haven’t said I loved him to the fullest.
Seeing this unfair and cruel reality made Agnes want to scream.
Before she knew it, Adrienne’s eyes were red.
“I’m not forcing you. I just want to let you know that you have one more option.”
“There’s a way to help the Lord go comfortably.”
Agnes grabbed Laslo’s hand and buried her face in his chest. And after a long time, she finally calmed down her trembling heart and raised her head.
“…… How did you find it?”
“The meaning of life you’ve been looking for.”
Only then did she realize that Agnes’ question was an extension of the conversation they had before, when she said she wanted to study the plaque.
“I just found out all of a sudden. The more I researched the plague, the more convinced I became. I thought they can’t do it without me, so I knew at that time. I have lived for this moment.”
“I can’t do it without him…”
Agnes muttered the words several times. Adrienne bowed quietly and left the room. As soon as she got out, she encountered Zoltan who was hanging around outside.
“What about my brother?”
“Fortunately, he doesn’t have a fever today.”
“What about consciousness? Did his fingers move? Or even his neck.”
Adrienne shook her head. Zoltan sighed wildly.
“Why is this happening to my brother? Oh, by the way, how’s the princess? She doesn’t eat and has been staying with my brother for days.”
“She looks fine so far, but if she keeps pushing herself too hard, she may fall down. I’ll tell the servants to take care of her meals.”
“Yes, Good job.”
Zoltan sent Adrienne first and walked around the door for a long time. He couldn’t bear to step inside and kept sighing in front of the door. He still can’t believe that this is happening.
When Laslo got injured in the palace and collapsed, Zoltan was not too worried. He thought his brother would get out of bed smiling casually as if nothing had happened.
“Damn it. Damn it.”
Zoltan kicked only the wooden post. After the death of the previous Duke and Duchess, Laslo meant more than a brother to Zoltan. To him, Laslo was a brother, a parent, a master and spiritual pillar.