Chapter 102

Chapter 102

From outside the door, Raymond listened in on what one doctor and the baron were talking about.

Its dangerous, Baron. We dont know whats causing these fevers, but the number of patients has increased rapidly in other parts of the country as well.

The baron grew troubled by the doctors words. When the baron asked back, Raymond was unfamiliar with how troubled his voice was. Its something he had never heard before.

Is there a way?

Nothings certain for now. But the first thing we need to do is immediately isolate the others. Its dangerous, so it would be better to send the children and the elderly elsewhere.

And so, Raymond was then sent to the local parish, entrusted to an old priest who was a relative. Raymond knelt before the altar and prayed. However, he did not feel nervous.

Ray, are you doing alright? I know how difficult it must be, but lets pray together.

Im okay, Reverend.

Raymond held the hand of the priest, who seemed to be more anxious than him.

Reverend. Mom cant die, you know. People who have faith dont need to feel nervous. Thats what you taught me.

Baroness Saytes was a good person. Raymond was not anxious because he was full of faith and conviction that his mother would not die. The baroness had fallen sick only because she was exhausted from the usual volunteering she did for the poor. Even if she was sick with a contagious disease, God would take pity on her and take away her illness.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

His mother was a good person, and it was impossible for a good person to die while doing something good. Raymonds world was built upon that notion. Good people would be blessed, bad people would be punished.

When the old priest glanced down at him without saying anything, Raymond did not know what this meant. Just how worried he was.

Mother and Father passed away.

His parents, who loved him, died. The young Raymond could not return home for a long time after he received that telegram. It was a priest who gave him that telegram.

Raymond stared at the piece of paper for a very long while. This was something that children usually would not be able to comprehend. The priest expected to hear him screaming or wailing, but Raymond remained silent for a long time before he finally asked.

I cant see my parents?

What he meant was that, couldnt he see even their bodies? However, Raymond couldnt utter the words. He couldnt understand the sorrow and despair he was feeling at that time. Because it didnt feel real.

The priest thought that Raymonds reaction was like this because he was mature or well-behaved, but Raymond himself later found out that he had the same reaction as many other children who lost their parents.

Grief was not an immediate thing because it just did not feel real.

Above all, Raymond just wanted to see his parents again.

I want to say goodbye before theyre in their caskets.

The priest answered Raymond cautiously.

Itll be difficult to do that. They passed away from the plague, so they will look quite different.

It doesnt matter.

Raymond replied defiantly.

It doesnt matter to me. Reverend, please allow me some time to see my parents.

Raymond tossed and turned all night while thinking about his brothers face. He recalled the old stories he heard that had monsters, but across those many stories, he thought about the one that had a good monster.

Brother isnt going to change. The important thing is his heart.

However, Raymond was too young.

It would take a miracle for a sick man to retain a good heart.

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I dont think we are meant to be.

It was a short note. But it was enough.

Baron Saytes fiance broke their engagement with a single line. No reason, no pretense and no excuses in that one sentence. She was not afraid about getting criticized for being rude.

Not once before have I received such an honest letter from that woman.

The baron ruffled his hair, which resembled Raymonds. Now, all that Raymond could recognize from his brother was his hair. Even his voice had changed. His ex-fiance would have thought the same thing. Just like Raymond.

So, Raymond thought it was only natural, but he was not the recipient of that letter. The baron picked up the letter and waved it at Raymond. He let out a raspy chuckle that went, hiik, hiik. His shoulders were trembling, almost as though he was twitching.

She always used to send letters full of formalities, each three pages long.

Brother.

Isnt it laughable?

There was no need for her to beat around the bush. She didnt even have to be cautious about what she said anymore.

Im the same, but my surroundings have changed.

No. Youve changed, Baron.

Just one look at the mirror would make this obvious. But apart from that, even the way he walked and the way he breathed was different.

And it wasnt just his outward appearance. His appearance was the beginning of that change. Surely, the baron himself knew this as well. Theres no way he couldnt know.

But Raymond could not say this. Both brothers lost their parents, but it was only one brother whose health deteriorated. Raymond had not changed.

Brother, lets think about recovering your health first.

She must be clinging to some other guy right about now. Did she throw the ring I gave her? Funny. Why didnt she send it along with the letter? Does she know how much that ring is

Seeing the baron mutter these things to himself brought Raymond pain. But thats not whats important here.

Its just a ring, Brother. Theres something else that matters.

Please stop His Lordship, Young Master.

The sheep are giving birth to stillborns. The ratio is getting too high. I believe we need to do a major investigation on this.

What matters here is how that wench abandoned me just because I fell ill. That woman is a whore. A whore. She clung to me for my money, and she left when she couldnt get any. No, shes even worse than a whore. An engagement is a promise thats made to be kept. She promised, so

Brother, what you lost is not just money. Your body has changed, your personality has changed, the territory has changed. The last one is the most serious one. Not just the attendants, but the butler and the aides expressions became more and more grim because of it.