Duke's wife

Chapter 75

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Chapter 75
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Grace waved her hand gently towards the back of Leon, who was quietly walking down the hallway holding the hand of his nanny. After Leon's figure disappeared from sight, Grace returned to her residence in the annex with Sally, who had come to greet her.

After washing in the hot water Sally had prepared, Grace changed into an ivory negligee and white robe that Sally had selected for her, and then quietly climbed into bed.

When Grace lay down, Sally removed the hot water bottle that had been placed in the bed to warm it and spoke to Grace.

"Goodnight."

"Mm, you sleep well too, Sally."

"If you need anything, please ring the bell beside the table anytime. I'll run over like the wind."

With a lighthearted comment, Sally closed the bedroom door and left. Grace blinked quietly on the bed, enveloped in the darkness.

Before long, Grace, unable to resist the oncoming drowsiness, buried her face in the soft pillow and let out a relaxed sigh.

It seemed that tonight, for the first time in a long while, she would be able to sleep deeply.

At the time when the round, bright moon was positioned at the center of the dark sky, while everyone in the mansion slept except for those on night watch, someone woke up from sleep. It was Grace.

Just as when she had fallen asleep, she quietly rose from the bed. Then, she put on the coat she had taken off before bed, over the robe she was still wearing.

Perhaps because no one was there to help her, she fumbled a few times before managing to put on the coat. Suddenly, she began wandering around the room. Then she started opening all the closed drawers and rummaging through their contents.

Thud, clatter.

Grace emptied the well-organized drawers, throwing everything on the floor.

With eyes lacking any focus, she repeatedly picked up and threw items behind her.

How many times did she repeat this?

Finally, what Grace grasped was a sharp fountain pen. Staring blankly at the pen's sharp tip in the moonlight streaming through the curtains, she muttered to herself.

"Found it."

Then, leaving the disheveled bedroom behind, she opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Holding the sharp fountain pen in one hand, Grace wandered aimlessly down the long hallway. Her unfocused eyes and vacant expression suggested that she didn't know why she was outside her bedroom at this hour or where she was supposed to go.

And indeed, she didn't.

Her mind, blank as if her soul had been drained, was filled with only one voice.

[Don't you want to die?]

'Yes. I don't want to die.' Grace responded to the voice, which sounded too low for a woman but too high for a man. Then, with a chilling laugh, the voice commanded her.

[If you don't want to die, you must kill before you are killed.]

'How?'

[You must eliminate the cause of your misfortune.]

'What is the cause of my misfortune?'

Walking aimlessly down the hallway and descending the stairs, Grace focused on the voice's enigmatic words.