Chapter 237
Macy asked very cautiously about the baby.
“Does the baby look like me or that person… The baby’s still young, so it’s hard to say. But is there anyone the baby resembles more?”
Macy hadn’t seen the baby’s face until now. Even before giving birth, she had clearly said she didn’t want to see the child’s face, even if the birth went smoothly.
‘She probably doesn’t want to get attached since she knows her life will be short… afraid of developing feelings for life.’
Anna vaguely understood why and couldn’t stop her, despite how harsh it seemed.
“From what I see, the baby looks more like you than the Duke. The hair color is the same as yours, and although the eyes are sky blue, they’re incredibly clear and pure. The smile especially resembles you a lot.”
“I see…”
Macy gave a bitter smile.
“But like you said, it’s still too young to look at the baby and think of you. Maybe I’m just your friend, so I see more of you in the baby. So don’t worry too much, Macy.”
“Okay… I got it.”
“If you’re really worried, do you want to see the baby?”
Anna subtly suggested to Macy.
“If you see the baby, you might be able to decide how you feel.”
Anna secretly hoped Macy would look at the baby—maybe then she’d want to live again.
“No, it’s okay.”
“Still—”
“Anna, I don’t want to see the baby.”
“…Alright, I understand.”
But Macy remained firm. She acted like someone who had already prepared for death long ago.
Someone who didn’t want to cling to even a little in this life.
Anna understood her but couldn’t help feeling upset.
“I’ll get back to work then.”
Feeling like tears might come, Anna left the room early.
* * *
Her heart was uneasy.
Though Anna tried not to show it, it was obvious over time that she struggled with Macy’s impending death.
In brief silences, in the sounds of sobbing at night, and in her tightly pressed lips, her wish that Macy live longer was clear.
Every time, Macy felt like she was doing something cruel to her dear friend.
‘I wish today had been my funeral instead…’
A thought that would have made Anna cry bitterly if she heard it. But what else could she do?
Of course Macy wanted to live. Why wouldn’t she?
Macy was one of the strongest-willed people to live. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have endured the name curse for so many years.
She had desperately searched for her Name master and treatment, hoping to get healthy. And what happened?
Her Name master was both her salvation and another shackle. Eren used treatment as a pretext to control and imprison Macy.
The one she loved deeply slowly made her sick and drained her love dry. So she let go of Eren, her lover and Name master.
If she wanted to live for the baby, she’d have to kneel again before that arrogant man. Macy never wanted that.
She’d rather bite her tongue and die. She didn’t want to live on again in such a humiliating state.
‘But his voice didn’t sound good at all…’
Eren’s brief voice that she’d heard was severely hoarse.
When he was unwell, it showed in his voice. He must have been very sick from not receiving Name treatment.
Compared to Macy, his illness was minor, but remembering the moment he first accepted Macy’s touch despite his prickly nature made her heart ache.
He seemed prone to severe headaches…
‘Forget it. It’s not like I’m going to give him Name treatment again.’
Macy was caught in a strange emotion for a moment, then pushed the thought away.
‘When I die, I hope he will find the next Name master and take good care of himself.’
Macy had little time left anyway. Her worrying about Eren was ridiculous.
Night fell, and the clock neared nine.
Anna and Macy shared a bed, but tonight Anna was late.
‘Maybe she’s upset about earlier.’
Macy wasn’t afraid to sleep alone. She’s not a child. But without Anna, who was here every day, made her a little worried.
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