"Has he not woken up?"
"No."
In response to Lady Beryl's inquiry, the Marchioness mechanically shook her head.
It seemed as though her husband would awaken at any moment, yet he also appeared as if he would never open his eyes again.
Over the past several days, the youthful Marchioness had gone from full of hope to gradually heartbroken. She was now numbed by the torment.
Looking at the haggard Marchioness, Lady Beryl sighed and said, "You should rest. I will keep a watch over Vincent tonight."
The Marchioness shook her head. She knew it wasn't just her; the biggest hope of the entire Howell Family now rested on her husband.
Under such pressure, she didn't dare slacken in the slightest. Even though she knew that guarding his sick bed wouldn't do much good, she insisted on staying. It seemed to be the only way to alleviate her inner anxiety.
"Think of Eckert. He needs you, too."
