Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Bella/It was Heinrich who did it for us...
With an iron fist around my throat, breathing is becoming increasingly difficult!
Isabel tried her best to break free from that hand, but she couldn't move it at all!
The ferocious beast that has lost its mind is even stronger than usual and can kill people almost instantly!
Isabel's mind became increasingly blurred, but her instinctive desire to survive forced her to remain calm!
I heard a chaotic sound of footsteps and bursts of exclamations.
"Quick! Pull the Duke away!"
Heinrich was a soldier who had fought in the battlefield. His physique and martial arts skills were far beyond the reach of ordinary men. Now he had fallen into a frenzy and was out of control!
Several servants rushed forward, like antelopes walking into a trap! Not only could they not pull the man away, but they were also frightened by the Duke's sudden look back.
"Ah! Devil! It's...it's the devil who's back again!"
Stared at by those bloodshot red eyes, the servant screamed and stepped back, falling to the ground.
The other servant didn't have time to run and was grabbed by the neck and lifted up: "No..."
His face flushed red, he couldn't utter a word. His feet left the ground, and he struggled continuously. Death, scythe in hand, slowly approached...
Victor: "Sir! Sir! Let him go!"
"Hein!! Wake up! I'm your grandma!"
Violet came hurriedly with her hair disheveled.
"Hein! Quick! Go over there and pull him away!"
"Monsieur Duke! Wake up!"
The servants hesitated and dared not step forward, so they gritted their teeth and called out tentatively.
The Duke looked so terrifying! Even scarier than the legendary demon!
They'd all heard the legends of the Spencer family, and now they saw it with their own eyes, how could they not believe it?! He was just a servant, not a fool! Was he really going to die like that pastor?!
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In her blurry vision, Isabel saw everyone screaming and crying. The servant's struggles gradually weakened, but the right hand that was strangling his neck still did not move away...
What devil? What curse?!
She didn't believe it! She only knew that she couldn't die like this! Absolutely not!
He tried his best to keep a calm mind and keenly noticed that the strength in Heinrich's right hand relaxed for a moment!
In a thousandth of a second, she picked up the ornament next to the bedside table without hesitation and threw it over -
"Bang!!"
"Ah! Hein!"
"No!"
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Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes in surprise.
In full view of everyone, blood flowed down Heinrich's forehead.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly moved them, seeming to glance at Isabel before he completely fainted.
Isabel breathed softly and put the ornament down.
She controlled the force so that it wouldn't cause any fatalities, but it would keep the beast calm for a few hours.
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The sky was turning pale, and the Duke's Mansion stayed awake all night.
The bedroom on the second floor was temporarily converted into a ward and guarded by a dedicated person.
The doctor came out of the room with a serious expression.
"The Duke's condition is very serious! Madam, please prepare for the worst!"
Violet turned pale and said sternly, "Doctor Leonard! Please explain clearly! What's going on?! You've been the one treating Hein's illness..."
"I understand! Please calm down, Lady Violet." The doctor frowned, shook his head, and sighed. "This time it's truly too serious. In my opinion, the Duke took too many medications in the month before the onset of his illness, exceeding his physical limits. I warned him not to abuse them, otherwise he would develop a resistance to the drugs. Once the manic mood reappears, he won't be able to suppress it!"
Violet turned around immediately: "Victor! Come here! You've been in charge of Hein's medication, so why did he overdose?! You sent someone to report that there was a problem with the medication. What was it?!"
Victor hadn't slept all night, and his eyes behind the lenses were bloodshot, but he didn't dare to slack off at this moment, so he quickly got up and walked over.
"Madam, there is nothing wrong with the pills. I suspect it is..." He was about to express his guess when he reached into his pocket and found it was empty!
Where are the things?!
When he entered the bedroom, he saw the medicine bottle on the table. The scene was chaotic, and in order to preserve the evidence, he temporarily put the bottle in his pocket. Now... it's gone?!
"Go on!" Violet frowned.
Victor just felt a headache and couldn't concentrate on answering!
He initially just guessed that there was something wrong with the medicine bottle, but now that someone had deliberately stolen it, it actually confirmed his suspicion!
But...didn't the doctor diagnose it? Why did he say the Duke had an overdose?!
Leonard is a professional doctor who has been treating Heinrich for many years and is deeply trusted!
If I raise doubts now, but I have no evidence! Who will Lady Violet believe?!
Even if Violet believed him, the Duke was in critical condition. His illness was so difficult to treat. It took a lot of effort to invite Leonard back then. Where would he find a new one now?!
As a mere assistant, what right does he have to question Leonard?
Victor was speechless with a thousand thoughts swirling around in his head. In Violet's eyes, it was almost like admitting his carelessness!
"Victor! I gave Hein to you because you were careful and cautious. How could you...how could you...Wuwuwu!" Violet fell into despair and pointed at Victor and wailed.
"Madam!" Eleanor supported the old lady and wiped her tears. "Please calm down, don't be like this..."
"How can I stay calm! How can I stay calm?! If something happens to Hein... if something happens to him..." The candlelight illuminated Violet's cloudy eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks. The always neat and exquisite old woman seemed to have aged ten years at this moment. "We are all finished... Spencer is finished..."
"Dr. Leonard, I beg you in the name of the Spencer and Ernst families to save Hein, even if there is only a glimmer of hope!" Violet excitedly grabbed the doctor's hand.
"Madam!" Leonard took a deep breath and sighed, "There's nothing I can do about the Duke's current situation. I can only rely on him."
Violet was stunned, her voice trembling: "...What do you mean?"
Leonard: "You can understand it as a volcano buried within the Duke's body. Previously, drugs could be used to suppress the flames. But now his body has developed resistance to drugs, making it impossible to produce artificial rainfall. The previously suppressed magma has completely rebounded, more violent than ever before... even..."
"It's almost beyond the human body's endurance." Leonard shook his head. "With God's blessing, there might be a one in a thousand chance of recovery. The remaining probability is that they won't survive more than three days... Please make a decision as soon as possible."
Violet trembled, "Three days..."
In the corridor, everyone fell silent.
Suddenly, Leonard frowned and looked towards the bedroom.
Heinrich, who had just woken up, was tied to the bed with four heavy chains and screamed in pain. The immense force caused the metal bed frame to shake continuously, making a terrible noise.
The intern assistant trembled as she approached, wanting to change the dressing on the wound. In a moment of carelessness, the beast, which had broken free from its chains, bit her arm fiercely: "Ah ...
"Quick! Quick! Tie him up!" Leonard shouted.
"Add a thicker chain!"
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The medical staff brought by Leonard came in one after another. Five or six strong men suppressed Heinrich again and held him down with nimble hands and feet.
The ferocious beast fighting fiercely seemed to feel no pain. Its limbs were torn into a bloody mess by the heavy chains, but it still roared and pounced on the medical staff.
Violet wanted to go forward, but was stopped outside the bedroom. She could only murmur in vain: "Be gentle, be gentle..."
Leonard in the room seemed not to hear the old lady's plea, and calmly instructed his assistant: "Increase the dosage and calm him down!"
Five or six strong men held Heinrich down and poured a huge amount of medicine into his throat.
Those bloodthirsty eyes looked miserable and terrifying in the dark night.
“Cough cough cough…”
He seemed to be choking, and the chains were pulled by his struggle, making a clanging sound. However, the faces of the medical staff surrounding him were indifferent, and no one seemed to notice.
The people who were blocked outside could not see what was happening inside, but they could hear the struggle of the trapped beast.
Victor lowered his eyes and clenched his fingers at his sides.
All the servants looked away, not wanting to think about it any further.
The once noble Duke is now like a tiger with its claws broken, locked in a cage and tortured, dying.
"Mr. Leonard! Please pay attention to the treatment methods!" Victor took a deep breath and tried his best to stay calm.
Leonard, with his back to the door, ignored him and waved for his assistant to change the medicine.
The wound on the forehead was very small. The gauze was torn off roughly, and blood flowed out again.
Heinrich's throat made a hoarse sound, but the strong medical staff covered his mouth.
Victor heard the chains rustle again: "Mr. Leonard!"
As soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by two strong men.
Leonard's voice came from inside: "Old Madam, we need a quiet environment for treatment. Please take everyone else away. Otherwise, the Duke might not even have a one-in-a-thousandth chance of waking up!"
Violet took a deep breath.
She had no choice now and could only do as she was told.
Just as I was about to speak, someone suddenly brushed past me and walked straight towards the bedroom.
She was startled: "Audrey? Come back! Hein is in an unstable condition now!"
Inside the room, Leonard was instructing his assistant to prepare more sedatives. Heinrich had struggled so violently just now that he had barely drunk much.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind.
With a "clang", the medicine bowl was overturned to the ground!
All the medical staff turned around and looked at the weak woman who appeared behind them, supported by a maid.
Isabel stood against the light, the red marks on her neck glaring. She spoke calmly, enunciating each word: "Get out!"
Leonard's eyes flickered slightly. "Duchess, I understand your feelings. The Duke, who is ill, needs to be calmed down, otherwise your safety cannot be guaranteed. You may not trust me, but you must trust the old lady. I used the same method last time..."
Isabel slowly raised her eyes, her ice-blue eyes emotionless: "I said get out! Do you hear me?"
Leonard was stunned and turned around.
Violet was so disheartened at the moment that she ignored his gaze.
It was obvious that the old lady tacitly agreed that the young Duchess had the power to decide whether to stay or go.
Leonard snorted coldly and left with the medical team.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw that the door was closed. The maid Edith and a group of guards had been waiting for a long time.
"Mr. Leonard, I'll take you to rest."
Leonard: "Get out of the way! Do you know who I am?"
Edith was as calm as her master. "I'm sorry, but no one can leave the Spencer household without the Duchess's order."
Leonard stared with wide eyes as he watched the tall guard walking towards him.
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Upstairs, Isabel sent everyone away, leaving only Victor.
Last night, after Heinrich fell into a coma, Isabel went to the next room to rest and treat her injuries.
But no one can sleep on a night like this.
Not long ago, she asked Emily to open the door a crack and listened silently to the conversation in the corridor.
She didn't think Victor would be so careless as to allow Heinrich to overdose.
But all this happened too quickly and too strangely, so she could only understand the situation in secret before deciding what to do next.
"Speak up about your concerns."
Isabel looked at Victor, her voice a little hoarse, and Emily immediately handed her the glass of water. She felt better after taking two sips.
Victor no longer hesitated and clarified his doubts in one breath.
"Okay, I understand." Isabel recalled the scent of medicine. "You should go back first. Edith has already found a new doctor."
Victor raised his eyes and said, "You also suspect Leonard?"
"It's not just him." Isabel's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "Have you forgotten how your medicine bottle disappeared? No one here can be trusted."
Victor frowned. "But how could Leonard have such a skill? What's his motive? He was the one who saved the Duke the last time he fell ill. This is all so contradictory."
The chains clanked, and Isabel looked at Heinrich, who roared in pain again, and fell into thought.
"Maybe Heinrich isn't ill at all."
Victor: "You mean, all this was arranged by the real murderer behind the scenes?!"
A landmine is silent when buried, but when the right time comes and the fuse is ignited, it will cause a landslide or tsunami.
Isabel closed her eyes, her mind racing.
I figured out all the key points quickly in a short period of time!
There was no time to dwell on trivial matters, no time to investigate the truth about the medicine bottle, Leonard, and Heinrich's illness!
The bad results have already occurred, just like dominoes, if one falls, everything will be gone!
The person behind the scenes muddied the waters just to wait for the moment when they would lose their composure!
There was no time to explain too much to Victor. Isabel quickly found Violet and got straight to the point: "Grandma, besides Heinrich's personal guards, how many soldiers can the Spencer Mansion summon now?"
Violet was stunned for a moment. "Probably only the ones the Queen once left for... for Hein's mother."
"Call them all over!" Isabel spoke quickly.
"You want to defend Spencer House?" Violet quickly understood. "But it's no use! We can't hide it! Audrey, you can't imagine how well-informed Mellenwick is! Soon the entire capital will know that Hein is critically ill! He only has three days to live!"
Isabel's face darkened as she sneered, "Madam Violet, you can still live for three days! At least three days. Heinrich bought us three days!"
Violet was startled.
Isabel stared at her, her voice hoarse: "I don't have time to explain to you! Think about it carefully! Heinrich is dead, who is the ultimate beneficiary?!"
Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of carriage wheels, and three or four luxurious carriages appeared at the edge of the street.
Surrounded by servants, the beautiful lady raised her head, glanced at the person in the window, smiled and nodded.
Violet's breath was rapid: "Sophia?!"
Isabel followed her gaze, her face cold.
Edmund's crazy threats before he left flashed through his mind.
It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
From the beginning, Edmund was a cover created by Sophia.
It seemed like he was targeting her, but his actual target was Heinrich.
Since Heinrich inherited the title five years ago, the protection around him has been greatly improved, and Edmund could not hurt him even if he tried his best.
If I'm not mistaken, Sophia must have laid the groundwork before Heinrich inherited the title!
A doctor who can truly cure a patient is of course deeply trusted, but what if Heinrich's illness is fake?
Then the medicine that you take for a long time and think it can cure the disease may be the real source of the disease!
Heinrich had reduced the frequency of taking his medication in the previous month. In order to ensure that he would get sick, the real culprit secretly replaced the medicine bottle that amplified the drug's potency.
Victor was indeed careful and attentive, but this matter had no solution from the beginning!
None of the small details in between affected the final outcome! The medicine bottle simply brought the onset of the disease forward precisely. Even without this link, this day would have arrived sooner or later! The root of Heinrich's illness had already been planted!
Unless someone realized something was wrong before Heinrich inherited the title!
But at that time, the two pillars of the empire had just died, and Joyce had briefly become the head of the Spencer family. Who could have expected this in such a chaotic situation!
Everyone thought Heinrich was deeply traumatized! Who would believe a madman who claimed he wasn't sick? Over time, he himself began to believe he was sick!
Isabel, the only one who could notice something was wrong, arrived too late and had no chance to verify it.
Now I realize that it is time to light the fuse.
This is where Sophia’s brilliance lies!
She doesn't gamble on probability! Instead, she calculates the outcome from the beginning!
It doesn’t matter if the Duchess dies, because there will be countless more Duchesses after her.
But once the Duke dies, Sophia, who has just regained her status, will become the rightful heir.
Good, very good.
Sophia calculated the time precisely so that she, who was the most threatening, would be completely unprepared!
Isabel closed her eyes.
Then let's see if you can get what you want, Sophia.
Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at the man on the bed——
The new doctor Edith had called in had re-applied medicine and bandaged Heinrich's wound.
After much hesitation, he stepped forward and said, "Madam, I can't do anything for the Duke's illness. Judging from his vital signs, I'm afraid he won't survive these next few days... Whether he can wake up depends on him. I hope God bless him."
After hearing the bad news again, Isabel and Violet calmed down.
The root of Heinrich's illness had been planted five years earlier. How could Sophia have set up this scheme for so long, and let them take advantage of it and just find a random doctor to cure it?
The old lady endured for a long time, but finally started crying.
Isabel waved the doctor out and slowly approached the bed.
His limbs were still shackled with chains, a bloody mess. He was drugged into a coma, his eyelashes trembling unconsciously, as if he were struggling in his dreams, trying to open his eyes. He was still wearing the same military uniform he wore at the wedding, but it was now disheveled. He looked as disheveled as a stray dog on the street.
She found the key and unlocked the chains one by one.
Violet remembered the previous experience: "Audrey...don't..."
"If there are really only three days left..." Isabel lowered her eyes, "at least make him feel comfortable."
Violet choked again.
Listening to the crying beside her ears, her ice-blue eyes seemed to be filled with complex emotions, yet also seemed to contain nothing.
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" She covered his trembling eyelids with her cool hands and paused, "Have a good sleep."
She didn't know what was in his dreams, nor did she know how many times he had gone through such treatment processes.
Suddenly I remembered that night when they lay side by side on the grass, and the man's dark eyes were as pure as the stars in the sky.
The not-so-smart little Tibetan Mastiff was promoted to be the head of the family. If he didn't pretend to be fierce and smart, he would be eaten up.
But Tibetan Mastiffs are only suitable for galloping on the grassland and are ultimately not suitable for living in a castle.
He has tried very hard, but the vultures and hyenas are watching him covetously, and he cannot defend himself against their attacks.
Isabel looked at his face silently.
——Do you like this kind of life?
At some point when you were struggling in your dream, did you ever think that it would just end like this?
"I want you to wake up, Heinrich," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"But...if you don't want to..."
She paused, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes: "It doesn't matter."
The wedding vows seemed to still ring in my ears - will you love him, comfort him, honor him, protect him, in sickness and in health? Will you give up everything else and be faithful to him only, for this life?
Isabel kissed his forehead gently: "I will go on for you."
A report came from outside the door: "The Duchess, the old lady, Countess Sophia wants to see you."
"What's coming will come." Violet took a deep breath, suppressed her sadness, and managed to regain her usual arrogant demeanor. She stretched out her arms to Isabel and said, "Let's go."
After a final glance at Heinrich, Isabel and Violet looked at each other and walked out together.
The door gradually closed and the room was filled with silence.
Heinrich's fingers moved.
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The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I'm a country dog [please][please] (sticking to the pot lid) My whole article is full of this kind of country plot, you know [please][please]
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