Chapter 155: Chapter 155

DAHLIA:

I heard the door open and close at the living room, and I immediately went over towards it.

“What happened,” I asked Thesla and Efiro as soon as they came back.

Earlier when I woke up from my nightmare, I swear I heard Tristan call out my voice in a scream.

I immediately bolted up from my bed and went out of my room to see what the commotion was about. However, due to Thesla’s insistence, Efiro and I stayed inside the house, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening outside.

Thesla said there might be a possible invasion from slave traders, so he went out by himself. Judging from the screams we heard, there must have really been some violent people who wanted to get inside the town of Camdress by force.

“A husband came with his sick wife… The woman was in bad shape, and he was frenzied…”

The moment he mentioned the word ‘husband,’ my heart started to quiver. I remembered Tristan and how he had protected me until his last breath… Was the man like that too?

“Did he get the help he needed?”

“Yes. Sir Morland stepped in and took the woman. The husband, however, was not granted access to the village. Although he must have done it out of desperation, he threatened to set the village on fire if we didn’t give in to his demands…”

“Is that so?...” The husband must have been agitated enough. “What does the woman’s condition look like?”

“I only got a glimpse of her from afar, but she was very pale. I also heard from the guard carrying her that the woman was already cold… She must have already passed away, but Sir Morland still took her in, so there might still be hope…”

I looked at Thesla’s tired face. He was frowning as if he was remembering an unpleasant memory…

Perhaps he really was remembering something bitter. He did say he had lost his wife two years ago.

“I spoke to the husband. He was much calmer now. He said he was from Talandor.”

“Is that so?” Was it possible that he was someone I knew from the Capital?

For a moment, my heart beat excitedly. If he was from Talandor, he might know who I was; that was until I remembered I have Samalah’s face now.

My heart sank. With just a few memories of the past and with a foreign face and body, how will that man possibly know who I am?...

“I’ll have to visit Sir Morland tonight. Judging from the woman’s condition, he might need an extra pair of hands and maybe some herbs. I’ll go fetch some fresh herbs and bring it to him,” Thesla said, getting a jacket from the wardrobe cabinet.

“Alright. Let me help you.”

“No, Samalah. You’re pregnant, and you need to strengthen your body. You and Efiro should sleep some more. Just come and help us in the morning.”

If Thesla put it like that, I can’t really say no to his request, can I?

“Alright.” I tuned to the young boy before me. “Efiro, do you want to sleep next to me again tonight?”

“Of course,” the little boy said happily.

In a few minutes, Efiro and I tucked ourselves back into bed. I tried my best to sleep, but it just wouldn’t come…

I was being kept awake by my thoughts. Why did I hear Tristan’s voice today? Why does it feel like I needed to see the husband and his wife?

Logically, it wouldn’t really be a good idea for me to see either of them. I just lost Tristan recently, and I was still in the process of accepting my loss. If I see the grieving husband and if his wife will have the unfortunate luck to die, wouldn’t it just feel like I was reliving memories of Tristan’s death?...

I shook my head. Tristan is no more. I must stay focused on my child now. I should remain healthy if I wanted him to enjoy a good life and a strong body. He is my number one priority.

With that thought, I forced myself to sleep.

When I came around, it was already morning time. Thesla had not come back from Sir Morland’s hut. The female patient’s condition must really be serious.

I prepared a quick breakfast for Efiro and I in the kitchen. After we had eaten, we set out with a breakfast basket towards Sir Morland’s abode.

A lot of people had gathered around Sir Morland’s house. It seemed like they were really curious about the woman from last night.

I could barely get through the door. We were about to give up when we saw Thesla go out of the front door.

“Papa!”

“Efiro, Samalah…”

Efiro gave his father a hug in the waist. “How is the patient, papa?”

“Hmm, her condition is not good. Her energy has depleted to the bare minimum. Sir Morland is still doing all he can to help her…”

“Did you bring this for me,” Thesla said, pointing to the basket that was slung at my arm.

“Um, yes. You didn’t come in for breakfast. Efiro and I were worried…”

“Thank you for thinking about me,” Thesla said. “Did you have breakfast already? Do you want to go in and eat inside?”

“We already had breakfast, papa,” Efiro quipped in.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Samalah made very good pancakes!”

“I guess you told her they’re your favorite. Alright, let’s go in,” Thesla offered.

“Ah, you and Efiro can go inside first,” I said, pulling out a food pack and a water bottle from the basket. “I’ll just give this to the girl’s husband by the gates.”

“Okay. I’m sure he could use that. He said he ran throughout the night to reach the village. He looked really tired and worn-out. I’m sure he’d appreciate what you had prepared for him.”

I smiled. “I hope so.”

I gave Thesla the rest of the basket and headed towards the village gate with a sandwich and a hot water bottle in my hands.

I had been thinking the same thing as Thesla. The man must have been so exhausted by now. I could only imagine the worry and anxiety he felt when he saw the grave situation his wife had been in…

I was too lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t realize I was already by the gates.

It was closed as expected. However, I saw a figure by the gate. His body was slumped against it, and his head was bent forward as if he was asleep.

I was thinking of handing over the food to the man, but seeing him asleep, I changed my mind and asked permission by the side gates to get out so that I could place the food quietly beside him.

The guards agreed. I passed by the side gates and walked towards the slumped figure.

The man was resting near a shaded part of the gate. Shadows obscured my vision of him, but somehow, he felt a tad familiar.

When I was only a few feet away from him, I opened my mouth to rouse him, but I changed my mind. He looked really quite exhausted with the way he buried his head in his knees.

Thus, I decided to just put the food beside him. He could just eat it when he wakes up later.

As soon as I bent down towards him, the smell of lemons and the woods filled my senses.

My body started to tremble at the familiar smell of this wolf.

Just then, a hand caught my wrist.

As the man before me lifted his head to meet my stare, I couldn’t help but gasp.

Right before me was Tristan – my mate and my supposedly dead husband!