The pain that suddenly came was quickly alleviated, as if it had surged in an instant. Roselia, breathing heavily, rolled her eyes in surprise. “What was that pain I felt in my chest just now? Could it be due to the various surprising events lately, putting a strain on my heart?” Although she felt puzzled, since it was a very brief moment of pain, Roselia didn’t dwell on it too deeply and passed it off. As she spoke, turning around, a strong fragrance emanated from Roselia. The intense and potent scent, perceivable only by the opposite gender, had the gazes of the nearby servants following her as if enchanted. The remaining strong scent, following the traces of her chest pain, was an imminent sign of a forthcoming change that none of the aristocrats in the Duke’s residence noticed. Roselia’s expression darkened as she gazed out of the window. Lately, chest pains had become more frequent, and the intervals seemed to shorten. Could it be a terminal illness? In the original work, there was no mention of Roselia having such an ailment. Could this also be a side effect of deviating from the original story? While pondering these thoughts, Roselia’s gaze fell upon Klaus, who was sitting on the terrace outside, perusing documents and sipping tea. His behavior was unlike Klaus, who usually remained confined to his study, and the sight of him on the terrace, basking in the sunlight while working on documents, was dazzling. Absently staring at Klaus, Roselia suddenly felt his gaze, and their eyes met. Startled by his charming smile directed at her, Roselia had to turn away as if escaping. Entering the corridor, she felt the chest pain once again, clutching the wall and squeezing her chest. “Ugh….” Cold sweat formed on her forehead as her entire body tensed up in agony. Struggling with her contorted expression against the wall, Roselia, as always, breathed deeply in response to the increasingly frequent pain. The cycle of chest pain seemed to shorten, and the pain seemed to lengthen. Leaning against the wall with a strained expression, gazing at the ceiling, Roselia let out a deep sigh. Perhaps it was time to visit the hospital. Despite going through all this trouble to avoid death, it would be incredibly unfair to die from an illness.
“Could this also be a side effect of deviating from the original work?” Roselia, who was pondering such thoughts, noticed Klaus sitting on the terrace outside the window, flipping through documents and sipping tea. Unlike his usual self, confined to the study, Klaus was not working but instead basking in the sunlight on the terrace, creating a dazzling scene as he perused the paperwork. Absentmindedly gazing at Klaus, Roselia felt his gaze in a moment, and as Klaus lifted the corners of his mouth with a charming smile directed at her, Roselia was taken aback and had to turn away. Escaping like fleeing the scene, Roselia entered the corridor, only to be gripped by chest pain once again, leaning against the wall and clutching her chest. “Ugh…” Cold sweat formed on her forehead, and her body tensed up. With a pained expression, Roselia, leaning against the wall, gradually struggled to breathe against the increasingly frequent pain, “Ugh… Ugh…” The cycle of chest pain seemed to shorten while the duration of the pain lengthened. Covered in cold sweat, Roselia, with her back against the wall, looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. It seemed like a visit to the hospital was necessary. Despite the continuous efforts to avoid death, dying from an illness would be incredibly unjust. As Roselia entertained such thoughts and tried to catch her breath, Alejandro, who had approached without her notice, spoke with concern, “Are you not feeling well?” With a serious expression, Alejandro inquired about her well-being, and Roselia, forcing a smile, nodded, “Oh, no. It’s just a momentary anemia.” Seeing Roselia’s calm demeanor, Alejandro quickly dispelled his suspicions and confidently continued, “There was something I wanted to tell you.” “Something to tell me?” Curious about Alejandro’s statement, Roselia looked at him with a puzzled expression. Adjusting his silver-framed glasses while scrutinizing her expression, Alejandro calmly spoke, “You don’t need to worry about Abel and his daughter Erlen. They are being thoroughly protected as per the Duke’s orders.”