My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 56.1
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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“Madam, Madam! Big trouble!”
I was reading a book by the window of the library where the sunlight came in. Charlotte’s sudden cry startled me, so I raised my head.
‘I thought she was going to bring snacks…’
Why did she come back in such a hurry, and with such a pale complexion?
…Could it be that the escape plan was inadvertently revealed to Theodore?
I looked around for a moment and asked calmly.
“…What happened?”
“Missus Seymour…! Madam’s room!”
“……?”
It was something I could never have imagined. I widened my eyes wide and stiffened, but I came to my senses and stood up.
“Calm down and say it again. What did Missus Seymour do?”
“Missus Seymour has made a mess of your room, Madam!”
I flinched a little, then quickly stiffened my expression and spoke in a low voice.
“Let’s go to the room.”
Charlotte and I hurried to the room. When I arrived shortly thereafter, the room was in complete disarray, with a maddened Missus Seymour struggling to free herself from the attendants.
“Let go! Let go of me!”
“Missus Seymour, you can’t do this!”
“Please, you have to go back to your room…!”
…Really, it was a mess. I calmly asked Jenna, who stood against the wall and hesitated.
“What is this?”
“Well, when I came…”
According to Jenna, when the maids came to clean my room, they found that the door was already open and Missus Seymour was making a mess in the room.
…It was really odd. My room should have been locked, so how did she open the door?
“Jenna, have you lost the key I gave you to clean this morning?”
“U-Um…”
In an instant, Jenna, whose complexion turned white, opened her mouth in a very perplexed manner… The reaction explained everything.
Jenna had lost one of my room’s keys.
“I apologize, Madam! I didn’t even know…! I’m sure I put it in my pocket…”
“…….”
I let out a small sigh as I silently stared at Jenna, who bowed her head and apologized.
According to the principle, this kind of thing should be severely punished, but… I’m leaving soon, so I didn’t feel like doing it.
The situation was just absurd.
“It’s okay. It has already happened, what’s the point? From now on, take good care of the keys you’re in charge of.”
“M-Madam…! Thank you…! Thank you very much for your forgiveness, Madam…”
Jenna had tears in her eyes and a moved expression… It seemed like a strange misunderstanding. I’m just annoyed.
“Uwaaahh! Let go of me! Let go!”
Missus Seymour was still making a fuss. As she struggled, her attendants could not handle it and fell out. It was amazing how such strength could come out of such a slender body.
“You!”
Then, suddenly, Missus Seymour pointed at me. Two bloodshot eyes glared at me. I asked, facing her with a tired expression.
“Can you stop pretending to be crazy? Missus Seymour.”
It was my intention to try it once. It might have worked, but Missus Seymour flinched a little…
Oh, was she really pretending to be crazy?
“You…! It’s all because of you!”
It was at that moment when Missus Seymour came running toward me.
“……!”
Strong arms stretched out from behind me and embraced me. At the same time, a cold scent tickled the tip of my nose. It was all too obvious who this man was, holding me in his arms as if to protect me and holding Missus Seymour at bay.
‘…Theodore.’
I looked up and saw the cold blue eyes. He was staring at Missus Seymour, not at me.
“Are you really crazy, Aunt?”
“Th-Theo… Theodore… my nephew…”
Missus Seymour’s hand, stumbling over, tried to reach Theodore. Theodore, who slapped her hand away fiercely, glanced at the attendants and ordered.
“Take my aunt to her room.”
“Yes, Milord.”
The attendants again grabbed Missus Seymour’s arms. Perhaps because Theodore appeared, Missus Seymour no longer resisted and was dragged away by the attendants.
“…The room is a mess. I will call the maids and order them to sort things out.”
Theodore let me go, talking in a softer tone than usual. Even so, it didn’t seem entirely favorable to me… As expected, it seemed like his lost memories wouldn’t come back.
‘Jane, haven’t you heard anything from the Duke’s doctor?’
‘Ah, that…’
I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with Jane, who came to see me last night.
‘The Duke’s doctor said… Since he had partial memory loss twice already, it’s better not to look for the lost memories… that might be for the better.’
‘It’s better not to look for the lost memories?’