Chapter 62

We rode straight back to the Lombardy mansion.

Emperor Jovanes offered to call a doctor right away, but my father refused.

In the carriage on the way home, my father laughed and said with a confused face that he was fine to me.

"We can't let the Royal Family know about Lombardy's internal affairs."

Even though he had something wrong with his body right now, he was worried about the family affairs.

Fortunately, my grandfather sent people to the mansion in advance, so the preparation was quick.

When we arrived, the attendants were waiting with stretchers.

However, they don't know why, and when they opened the carriage and saw my father lying halfway down, their complexions were all hardened.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Dad lay on a stretcher and laughed.

“……Don't talk.”

Grandpa said in a low voice to my father.

The bedroom was already fully prepared for my father.

When we opened the door to our residence, Clerivan and Louryl waited with stiff faces.

"You still here, Mr. Clerivan."

"Is that important now?."

For several years, even while doing business, my father and Clerivan always talked respectfully with each other.

“How about the doctor?”

The grandfather asked the butler.

“I contacted Dr. O'Malley.”

Everything was happening so fast.

My father lying in bed and rubbing his right leg, and my grandfather sitting next to him.

And, people come together to help us.

I was impatient to accept this situation.

But no one knew why my father fell.

Except me.

Among those who are busy moving, I struggled to manage my facial expressions.

For my father, who doesn't know what his illness yet, I made a serious face.

However, my efforts seemed meaningless in front of my father.

"Tia."

My father called me.

The bedroom became quiet.

People who were busy momentarily stopped and looked at me.

Probably everyone was forgetting my existence.

"Dad is fine."

Said, my father.

"I know."

I replied, hiding my heart agitation as much as possible.

"Yes, because our Tia is smart."

I couldn't laugh at him even though I saw a friendly smile.

"You don't have to be scared."

I couldn't answer.

I'm scared.

The disease my father has is a terrible disease.

And that disease took my father away from me in the last life.

It seemed like that word would come through my lips.

Instead of saying something else, I bowed my head.

"Tia...?"

My father was surprised at my reaction and opened his eyes wide.

Oh, it should be a little more relaxed.

However, since the image of my father lying in bed has remained in my memory, it seems so overlapped with the image in the hospital bed right now.

It was best not to bite my lower lip.

Did my dad think my condition was unusual?

Even with an uncomfortable body, he woke up from bed and tried to approach me.

"Dr. O'Malley is here."

Fortunately, Dr. O'Malley arrived with a butler's voice and carrying a visiting bag.

“Leave the room for a moment?”

Grandpa said to the people.

Soon after, only my father and me, my grandfather, and Dr. O'Malley were left in the room.

“What are your symptoms?”

“Once the right leg……….”

Father calmly explained his condition.

I knew even if I didn't listen.

No, I knew what was going on in the future.

The numbness that starts with the right leg will get worse and worse over a week.

Dr. O'Malley does his best to prescribe the drug, but it doesn't work that much.

At best, it only reduces the discomfort from paralysis.

And in a month, the other leg will begin to paralyze.

Another month, the range of motion of the right arm sharply narrowed.

Another month.

He can't use his right hand at all, And my dad, who couldn't move his neck the week before my birthday, had difficulty breathing.

That was the time when I prayed and begged all night for my father to die quickly because I couldn't bear to see my father in pain.4

3 days before my birthday.

My father took his last breath and closed his eyes.1

Unstoppable memories flooded in.

"Florentia, come here."

My grandfather motioned to approach the bed so that I wouldn't feel like I was alone.

But I shook my head.

Then I sat on a chair in the corner of the bedroom, away from the bed.

"Have you ever fallen or injured your back?"

“It's never been like that.”

"If so…."

Dr. O'Malley examined my father very carefully.

"Can you move your toes?"

“Hmm… .”

My father looked at his toe and focused his nerves, but he's right foot didn't even move.

"Strange."

My father seemed embarrassed, frowned, and tried several times, but it didn't work.

It was strange that the leg, which had been fine until this morning, suddenly did not listen as if it was someone else's.