“Milady, are you okay?”

“What should we do, Burt?! My sister is departing from this world!”

“Worry not. It’s just, uh, an aftereffect of collapsing.”

“Aftereffect, you say? Lady Juliane… Quick, lie down on the bed. Lady Sasha, come here and help me.”

The head chef suddenly got into serious mode as if a switch had been flipped.

What’s the matter, Head Chef? Your character is all over the place.

I got into bed with Sasha’s help.

“Someone, hurry!”

Meanwhile, the head chef went to the hallway to call for a doctor.

As Sasha stood there with a pale face, the head chef embraced her shoulders tightly. Then, Sasha rubbed her face against his chest.

My heart hurt as if being constricted by something. I felt like I was about to succumb to it. But before I died, I needed to say something to them properly. I knew I had left the matter between these two unresolved.

“Uhm, Head Chef? Please take good care of Sasha. I know it’s going to be difficult, but at the very least, I want Sasha to be happy. Unlike me, I want her to be with the person she loves.”

“Milady… I understand. I’ll definitely make her happy.”

The head chef answered, nodding vigorously. Sasha burst into tears and collapsed in front of the bed.

“I’m so thankful to you. You’ve given me so much courage. I thought I’d wait until the time came, but maybe that time is now. No, I’m sure of it. Milady, maybe I can help alleviate your torment. So, Milady, I won’t forgive you if you don’t recover.”

The head chef’s voice was trembling, and tears were welling up in his eyes. He seemed to be saying something important, but I couldn’t quite catch it.

I didn’t really understand, but the head chef had an atmosphere of someone with a sense of duty. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he’d made up his mind about something. There were so many things I wanted to ask him, but my head felt heavy.

Everything went dark, and my consciousness faded away. From the hallway, I heard many footsteps approaching with great force.

In the end, I didn’t die, but I slept so soundly that I was practically unconscious. It felt like all kinds of footsteps were passing by my bed.

Some footsteps approached particularly quickly, then ran off in a flash. Others walked slowly, sluggishly, as if lost.

Stomp, stomp, thump…

Surrounded by such sounds, I didn’t feel scared of the pitch-black darkness.

It was quite different from the hospital room of my previous life. Not only was I quiet, the place was as quiet as the bottom of the ocean.

The presence of people wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I’d even say it was pleasant. I didn’t feel lonely, and somehow, I was happy.

I’d regain consciousness from time to time. At that moment, someone would give me an oral rehydration solution. My fever must’ve been quite high, as I couldn’t move my legs or hands at all.

I let out a sigh, and the air that passed through my throat felt hot. Listening to my own shallow breathing, I pondered the various thoughts that were going through my mind.

First of all, there were my father and mother, whose future I was most worried about.

Generally, what people needed in old age was money and people. However, thanks to their obsession with hair growth and beauty, they’d been able to earn a bit of money. It didn’t seem like they wouldn’t die alone.

Above all, Kyle had recently shown how much he cared for those two.

During the week I spent hovering between life and death, Kyle seemed to have been supporting and encouraging my parents. Despite being astonished by their helplessness, he seemed to treat them with compassion and sympathy.

Perhaps they had something on their mind, or perhaps their constitutions and personalities have changed as they’ve become very kind to Kyle. Judging from the current situation, it looks like they’ll be able to avoid being kicked out when they grow old…

Next, I thought of Sasha’s smile, it was so adorable it pierced my eyes.

Unfortunately, I was unable to make Sasha the crown princess. Nevertheless, I was sure Sasha would be able to live a peaceful and warm life with the head chef.

I wanted to at least become Sasha’s own private Madam Gonzales, but it looks like that’s no longer possible. But it’ll be fine, Sasha. The head chef may be like that, but he’s still capable and tolerant.

Finally, I thought about how Kyle had suddenly grown up.

He had shed the reserve of being an adopted child, and was now able to confidently voice his opinions to his mother and father. Now, whenever I saw at his cheeky, cute face, I knew there wasn’t a single opening I could take advantage of.

I regret not being able to find him a good wife. Kyle will be a great lord, so I’m sure he’ll find a wonderful partner someday.

Even though I tried to so hard to find one for him, it didn’t go the way I expected. But maybe there was no need to be disappointed. Everyone in the family seemed much happier than before I regained my memories.

When I die, Lord Alfred and Lady Amalia can get married without any trouble, or need for revenge. That Lord Alfred, who isn’t used to being in a relationship and is terrible at treating women, can finally be happy…

“That’s good,” or so I was supposed to think. However, what reached my brain first were emotions such as regret, sadness, and pain—the kind that made my heart pound.

Haha, was I bitter that I failed to become the crown princess and then queen? This late into the game? I’m a villain to the core…

I sighed quietly.

But what is this indescribable emotion swirling in the pit of my stomach…?

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