Duchess Grandis stared aimlessly outside the window. Devoid of the liveliness that once danced in her eyes. Her fingers tapped as she remembered her daughter's sleeves soaked with blood.
She didn't mean to hurt Cailina. She only wanted to have her daughter understand that for a woman to survive, she must choose what would benefit her; for a lady born into a noble family, she ought to prioritize her marriage.
But her stubborn daughter failed to listen to her. Duchess Grandis stopped tapping on her armrest as she glanced at her husband. The latter laid peacefully as if he had long departed from this world.
Pain struck her heart at the thought of truly losing him. The poisonous thoughts crept into her mind, suffocating her from thinking rationally. Perhaps there was nothing that could save her husband from what the doctors had agreed upon.
