I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 2

Chapter 1.2

She shrugged, completely unfazed by the fact that she had just gotten her own daughter’s age wrong.

Edith knew better than to feel disappointed. She had long since accepted what kind of person her mother was. Silently, she continued cutting her steak.

“You don’t even know how old your daughter is. Pathetic.”

“Life can get busy once in a while. No need to be so harsh, madam.”

“Spare me the ‘madam’, it’s revolting.”

“We live under the same roof. Can’t we be a bit kinder to each other?”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“Enough!”

BANG! BANG!

The count finally lost his temper and slammed his fist on the table, clearly tired of the ladies’ bickering.

“Everyone, be quiet! The matter has already been decided, so don’t say another word.”

The count’s cold gaze swept over the family members one by one, before landing on Edith.

“Edith, you are a Clark, my blood. So do your duty as a member of this family.”

Now he calls her a Clark? After treating her like a ghost for so long?

‘Looks like he’s already been paid.’

And it must have been quite a hefty sum.

Edith wondered just how much money was sent in exchange for her life to make the count suddenly speak so “kindly.”

“Edith, respond.”

Her mother hissed, jabbing her painfully in the side when she continued eating in silence.

Was an answer even necessary? Everything had already been arranged.

“Yes, I understand.”

Edith quietly bowed her head. No one noticed the faint smile that tugged at her lips.

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A week later.

Edith climbed into the carriage, draped in a lavish dress and adorned with expensive jewelry she had never worn before.

As expected, no one came to see her off.

Not even her so-called mother.

A send-off? She was probably still fast asleep, lost in dreamland.

Neigh!

Just as the horses were ready to depart, someone unexpected appeared, causing Edith to blink in surprise.

“Laura?”

Laura trudged over to the carriage and knocked on the window, her face still marked with drowsiness.

“What are you doing her—”

“Listen up, bastard. Whether you live or die out there, don’t ever come back. This isn’t a place for someone like you with no real standing.”

Her voice was slurred with sleep, but the venom dripping from her words was clear.

As if that was all she had come to say, Laura stretched lazily, looking pleased with herself.

“Ah, that felt good.”

“…Did you come all the way down here just to say that?”

“Obviously. Or did you actually think I was here to see you off? I can’t stand the sight of you, so just get lost already.”

“Yeah, I was planning to.”

You’re not the only one sick of everyone in this house.

But since Laura had been so “thoughtful” with her parting words, Edith figured she should return the favor.

“Sister.”

Edith stepped out of the carriage, opened her arms, and pulled Laura into a tight hug.

To anyone watching, it would have looked like a final farewell.

“Have you lost your mind? What do you think you’re doing…?”

“Shall I make a little prediction?”

Laura stiffened in shock, and Edith squeezed her harder, whispering softly in her ear.

“You’re going to be the downfall of the Clark family.”

“W-what?”

“And because of your greed, you’ll end up crawling on the ground like the very person you’ve always despised—me.”

Laura shuddered at Edith’s calm, eerie tone. It was as if she had been cursed.

“You–you’re cursing me now? How dare you?”

“Sister, it’s not a curse. It’s just what’s going to happen.”

I was only telling her what I had seen.

Hearing this cold voice from her sister for the first time, Laura went rigid under Edith’s touch.

As she watched the shock in Laura’s trembling eyes, Edith flashed her a bright, cheerful smile.

“Laura, it disgusted me to be around you. Let’s make sure we never see each other again.”

With those final words, she released Laura and climbed back into the carriage. Laura, dazed and pale, stared after her, but she suddenly snapped to her senses and ran toward the carriage, banging on the window.

“Who—who are you?”

“Who else? I’m your sister, Edith Clark.”

“You’re… Edith? I don’t believe it…”

She muttered to herself in disbelief. Her voice grew louder, and her confusion morphed into frantic screams.

“Hey—! You bitch! Get out! Get out right now…!”

But the carriage had already set off, and Laura’s angry shouts grew fainter as the horses pulled farther away.

Edith leaned back against the seat, exhaling a deep breath.

“I thought she was an idiot, but she’s surprisingly perceptive.”

After all, she wasn’t the same Edith that Laura had always known.

But that didn’t mean she had become someone entirely different either.

She had simply regained the memories of her past life.

And along with those memories, she realized one crucial truth.