There Is No Paradise Where I Ran Away To (14 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 91

The snowfall, which had been fierce and relentless, began to weaken from dawn and by morning the sky cleared as if nothing had ever happened. Rottermond sparkled like diamonds everywhere under the brilliant winter sunlight.

At this time, right after the snow stopped, Rottermond’s scenery reached its peak.

Susanna, who could vaguely imagine how much Vivian would have loved this sight, couldn’t fully savor the beautiful atmosphere due to the heavy burden weighing on her heart.

It had already been four days since Vivian’s accident. Yet, Vivian still showed no signs of waking up.

However, contrary to the doctor’s worries, Vivian had survived safely—and that was what mattered most. Still, the doctor, who confirmed there was no organ damage, couldn’t explain why Vivian remained unconscious.

Although Vivian had regained her normal body temperature, she had suffered from a high fever until just yesterday. Every time Susanna heard news of another seizure, she was gripped by fear.

She rubbed her throbbing temples. Lately, facing the morning had become particularly distressing. Even on days like today, when the jewel-like view greeted her, the dark clouds lingering in Susanna’s heart refused to disperse.

“Anything new about Ebelline?”

Swallowing her bitter coffee, she asked Donnelly for news about Vivian.

“No. She still hasn’t woken up.”

“And Eddie? Is he still not leaving that room?”

“…Yes. His Grace spent last night again in the young lady’s bedroom.”

Susanna held back her reply. Seeing her son refuse to leave the side of a woman practically turned into a living corpse made her feel as though his once-threatening words were now becoming reality.

If Ebelline were to die from this accident, it wouldn’t be entirely bad for Susanna. Though she felt sorry for Vivian, Ebelline—whom she saw as nothing short of poison to Edwin—vanishing like this would give Edwin a chance to finally put his past behind him.

Moreover, since Edwin himself had claimed it wasn’t love, if he was keeping her close only out of hatred, death might bring a better outcome. But then—

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