I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 52
“Lady Armira? Lady Armira! What’s wrong?”
“Haa, Luce… When will His Grace return?”
“No one knows. What to do? Lady Armira, are you sick?”
Armilla weakly shook her head. However, Luce, who couldn’t bear to see it anymore, shuffled her feet with a sob.
“What to do, what to do.”
“It’s okay, Luce…”
Armilla exerted all her strength to give a calm voice. However, even speaking briefly was challenging.
To make matters worse, her lower abdomen hurt as well. Armilla wrapped her stomach and breathed slowly.
‘How long can I endure?’
Armilla wiped the cold sweat and took deep breaths. Once again, her vision was getting blurry.
“Luce!”
Armilla was about to close her eyes. At that moment, a stern middle-aged woman’s voice came from outside the door.
“You’re here again. Didn’t I say it’s not allowed?”
Armilla widened her eyes at Missus Catarina’s voice. She clung to the door with all her might and strained her voice.
“Missus!”
“Get up, Luce. Paolo is eager to cut you.”
Missus Catarina did not respond to Armilla’s call. It was unclear whether she didn’t hear Armilla’s voice or was pretending not to. Gasping, Armilla desperately called the Missus once again.
“Missus, please. Please help me….”
Missus Catarina, who had been urging Luce, stopped speaking at the strange voice. Soon, a cold voice followed.
“I cannot help you. It’s the Master’s order. You must stay here.”
“It hurts so much. Please….”
“Hurt? Where does it hurt?”
The Missus’ voice trembled at her desperate appeal. Leaning against the door with a crumbling body, Armilla, weakly spoke.
“I feel dizzy and nauseous. Please, take me out of here.”
“…”
“Missus…?”
“I apologize, Lady Armilla.”
The lady, who seemed to be listening to Armilla’s story, sighed. She returned to a calm tone and said,
“As I mentioned, you cannot leave the Red Room until the Master arrives.”
“When will that be?”
“I cannot know that.”
It was a despairing answer. Armilla leaned against the door and closed her eyes. At that moment, the keys jingled, and Luce’s whining sound came.
“Why not, Missus? The keys are right here!”
“I said it’s not allowed.”
The Missus, who always carried the keys around her waist, seemed to have it pulled by Luce. The Missus comforted Luce and spoke to Armilla.
“I can call a doctor for you. How about anywhere else? Is your cycle normal?”
To the Missus’ question, Armilla opened her eyes and lightly shook her head.
“No. There was nothing.”
“None? It’s been almost two months since you were there….”
The Missus’ voice trailed off and she asked again.
“You said you felt like vomiting earlier. Did you actually vomit?”
“Yes. I… Uuggh!”
As Armilla was responding to the Missus, she suddenly covered her mouth. Her frail body trembled, and another dry heaving began. After Armilla managed to compose herself and calm her breathing, the Missus, who spoke to Armilla again, said,
“Strange. It seems like the symptoms when my daughter was pregnant. But Lady Armilla couldn’t possibly be carrying a child.”
“No, that’s impossible.”
Armilla felt disheartened at the Missus’ deduction.
Pregnant?
Just the mention of such a possibility would surely terrify Ricardo. He had been so thorough in maintaining control. Always diligent in taking medicine, would always let go of Armilla at the end.
‘No, just once…’
Armilla’s face stiffened. Her trembling hand carefully caressed her lower abdomen.
Just once, there had been an exception.
When Ricardo held Armilla in the greenhouse, he didn’t let go of her. Although immediately afterward, he desperately erased any traces, there might be an unknown factor.
If she had a child…
‘I will kill it.’
Ricardo’s warning echoed vividly in Armilla’s mind.
‘No.’
Ricardo’s intense gaze flashed before Armilla’s eyes, and her hands tightened. As she realized the possibility of pregnancy, joy and fear overwhelmed Armilla simultaneously.
Her heart felt like it was pounding throughout her body.
‘Am I really pregnant?’
Armilla bit her lip tightly. She tried to calm herself down and reevaluated her condition.
The cycle that stopped for two months, a surge of nausea even at the faint smell of food, drowsiness all the time.
When she studied Agaphia, she also learned about pregnancy. Her symptoms perfectly matched the early signs of pregnancy.
‘I’m pregnant.’
Until now, she had been overwhelmed by the gloomy atmosphere of the Red Room, unable to calmly look at her condition. However, upon closer inspection, all the symptoms pointed to pregnancy. It made her wonder why she had realized it too late.
Armilla looked down at her flat stomach. Lost in thought, she gently stroked her abdomen.
“….you, Lady Armilla.”
“Yes?”
Caught in deep thought, Armilla suddenly raised her head. The Missus spoke again with a calm tone.
“I said I would call the doctor.”
“No!”
“What?”
“You don’t need to call the doctor.”
Armilla hurriedly spoke.
If Ricardo finds out about her pregnancy, he would unhesitatingly force her to miscarry. His threat was not a mere bluff. Armilla swallowed hard.
Just thinking about his purple eyes, shining brightly, sent a shiver down her spine.
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