Chapter 94

Edgar wanted to tear apart the document he was reading. Actually, he was not even reading it. He hadn't been able to sleep at all last night and, no matter how long he stared at the documents, the only thing he knew was that the black were letters and the white was paper.

It was the first time he had been unable to concentrate this much.

"But why? Why is she not eating? And what is Ann doing?"

"Ann is… at the door now. She says you must go to see your wife."

"Ha."

He would have done it a while ago if only it had been possible. No, if possible, he would have stayed with her all night, and he would have apologized and confessed in what great agony he was the moment she opened her eyes.

However, that was the only thing the man, who could do anything, couldn't do.

"I wish I could."

"No, Your Grace."

Edgar was hurt at hearing the immediate answer.

"I know."