The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 86.2

Seeing Judith now, it seemed that her joyful face could now only be seen in fantasy. Helen, a maid who takes care of children, once said that people who do not reveal their feelings to others do not feel less emotional inside. The only thing is that they have a lot of patience.

This is why those who smile on the outside are often broken on the inside. And only now, seeing his sister, Vincent really understood what she was talking about.

-Are you still feeling unwell?

My brother’s tongue did not dare to say anything about a miscarriage, so he tried in every possible way to avoid this word. Six months ago, after what happened and after being expelled from the Duke’s family, Judith was completely devastated.

The aristocrats looked intimidatingly at the Marquis, who accepted her into the house after the divorce, but Vincent did not pay attention to this. He simply couldn’t think about his social status when his sister was in such a state. Therefore, he was always ready to lend her a helping hand in any situation.

And the day of the miscarriage was also a terrible shock for him.

Vincent was a little late for the funeral, as he had a lot to do that day. And the moment he came to the garden, everything had already happened. Having sent home all the noble people, who looked more like hyenas looking for new rumors, the brother hurriedly went up to the bedroom.

And hearing the screams of the maids, Vincent was afraid to open the door. A feeling of anxiety ran down my back, spreading throughout my body.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was heavy, because everyone was mourning the baby who had gone to heaven. While the sad doctor and maids were now silent, Judith, dressed in the same black dress, looked straight at the ceiling. Her eyelids were already wet from the tears she had once shed, and her narrowed eyes were dull like rusty scrap metal, making it impossible to tell that she was a living person.

Everyone around was grieving. But it couldn’t compare to the sadness Judith went through.

– Should I call a doctor? – Vincent asked, looking at his sister, who reluctantly took the spoon.

Judith shook her head without answering. My brother had already forgotten the last time he heard her gentle voice. The girl, returning to the Marquis, was chained to the bedroom and did nothing. Having lost her husband and child, Judith behaved like a person who had lost the will to live.

Every night Vincent looked into her bedroom. He was too concerned about her condition. And now it seemed that Judith had no choice: neither the desire to live, nor the desire to die. The sister simply existed.

– Maybe you want to go somewhere?

Judith stayed in the bedroom for so long that it made Vincent even a little uncomfortable. But the sister never answered this question, simply stirring the thin soup with reluctance. This was a clear refusal.

The doctor said that Judith was suffering from severe depression, and emphasized the special importance of calmly waiting for her to find the willpower to do something again.

“Then do you want to eat something special?”

Although it was a strange question for someone who couldn’t eat even a small bowl of soup, Vincent tried to pique her interest, or at least her appetite. After all, my sister’s weight was noticeably decreasing every day. Every week she became thinner and thinner. Often Judith simply spat out food, unable to swallow even a small piece, sometimes she simply refused to eat, even sweet fruits.

From the outside it seemed that Judith blamed herself for not being able to protect her child. The girl, hesitating, slowly took the spoon and drank some soup from it. After she moved her lips a few times, Vincent felt some relief. And, to be honest, he wanted to watch Judith eat the soup to the end. But his schedule was extremely busy.

Vincent sighed regretfully:

– If you want something special, don’t be shy. Just call the maids. And if you want to go somewhere, tell me… Rest.

When her brother left the bedroom, not hiding his worried expression, Judith bit her lip. Lowering the tray, she vomited what she had barely swallowed into a bucket hidden under the bed. Afraid of being heard, the girl closed her lips tightly.

The bitter taste of gastric juice filled my mouth to the point of disgust. After combing her hair, Judith wiped the area around her lips and put the tray away on the bedside table, slowly standing up and sitting on the sofa in front of the window. She put her hands on the armrests and looked out the window.

Looking at such a landscape outside, Judith recalled the last memory of the Duke’s house.

— What rumors spread in the capital? I don’t think that the one who could not protect the heir will be able to support this large family alone. It seems that this relationship would be better off ending in divorce.

One day Jadon came to the Duchess and insisted that she leave the estate. Now that Derrick was dead, he and his family remained the only people with the same surname and the right to hold the capital. Previously, the clan did not claim power, but after the death of the Duke they had a great chance.

The baby was Judith’s number one priority. But after a miscarriage, she lost her last connection with the Duchy.