THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

Chapter 183. Lie For Lie, Part IX

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

Cain asked the Count carefully.

"... Do you remember what happened? Do you remember the accident...?"

When he carefully mentioned the accident, the Count, whose eyes were shaking for a moment, slowly closed his eyes and then opened it again. Cain swallowed his saliva. 'I wish he wouldn't remember. How can he remember this incident?'

"Do you remember the criminal...?"

The Count's eyes blinked once.

"... Was it Aria?"

Unlike earlier, the Count blinked twice. That meant...

"Then, it was Mielle, as expected...?"

The Count, who did not answer Cain's question for a moment, closed his eyes. It seemed like a memory he didn't even want to remember. Fortunately, he did not seem to know he was an accomplice to Mielle, seeing that he didn't show hostility or showed no signs of surprise.

The Count had closed his eyes, but just in case, Cain covered his mouth, which went up by itself, in his belief that God must be helping them.

'I'm so lucky, and if he can't talk like that and he can't move his body, he's just a scarecrow.'

His father couldn't do anything with that body, so he would automatically be the Count. It was much better to be a scarecrow who woke up like this and couldn't do anything at all than to be so anxious about when the Count would wake up.

"... Please lie down for a moment. The family doctor will be here soon."

The frivolous Countess screamed, so one of the servants went to look for him.

"Would you like some water?"

"..."

The Count blinked and Cain was about to go out of the room to get some water, but a servant was already standing by the door. He was at a loss whether he had seen Cain go inside earlier.

"Water."

"... Yes? Yes!"

At Cain's short instruction, the servant hurried to bring the water, and the Count drank the cold water. After a while, the agitated Countess came into the room. She held the hands of the Count, checking Cain, and the panting family doctor also rushed in.

"How's my father's condition?"

Cain asked, and the countess's cold eyes followed. After the doctor examined the Count with enthusiasm, he looked incredulous.

"It's hard to believe, but he won't be in a coma anymore."

"My God..." The Countess wept and kissed the Count's hand.

Cain didn't know what she really felt, but she looked like she was giving thanks to God. Cain, who had managed to stop himself from furrowing his forehead at his doctor's hopeful remarks, asked him what he was curious about.

"Well, when will his body be able to move?"

"His body... has no response yet, so I can't guarantee anything."

"What about speaking? He can't even turn his head. What's going on with that?"

"... I can't guarantee that either."

'Then, could he become unable to speak or move for the rest of his life? He just woke up, but it was the worst. It might have been better if didn't open his eyes.'