CHAPTER 250: MY HUSBAND DOESN’T WANT TO LEAVE ME

Primrose quietly held her breath and silently promised herself that she would never use the words "paralyzed" or "permanent" in front of him again.

After a long moment of silence, she realized Edmund still hadn’t asked further about the poison.

Not a single "who?" or "why are you hiding the person’s identity from me?"

He had simply done exactly what she asked, no questions, no pressure, no suspicion.

Why?

Was he really not curious?

Primrose should’ve felt relieved that he wasn’t asking, but instead, it made her feel even more restless.

What if he was actually waiting for her to tell him first?

What if, deep down, he would be disappointed if she stayed silent?

And yet ... not once did he think about any of that.

Not in his head, not in his expression. The only thought that seemed to echo in his mind was, "My wife’s legs will be alright."

He kept repeating it in his heart, like it was a mantra over and over again.

Primrose, frustrated by the emotional guessing game, finally gave up trying to read him and asked directly, "Husband ... don’t you want to know who I suspect poisoned me?"

Edmund only stared at Primrose for a moment without saying anything. However, Primrose could hear him speaking in his mind.

[Am I even allowed to ask that question again? I asked once, but my wife seemed reluctant to tell me.]

[I thought ... maybe she’s just not ready to tell me yet, and in the book ’The Guide to Being a Good Husband,’ I’m not supposed to pressure my wife to answer my question. I should wait until she tells me herself.]

[So ... does she want me to ask, or does she not?"]

It seemed like both of them were equally confused about what to do. Honestly, Primrose wasn’t ready to tell Edmund about Silas just yet, but a part of her felt guilty for keeping her husband in the dark for too long.

After quite a while, Edmund finally opened his mouth. "Do you ... want me to ask?"

Now it was Primrose’s turn to fall silent, because she didn’t know how to answer. In the end, she said, "It’s ... actually someone I thought I could trust, but it turns out he doesn’t like me at all."

Edmund’s eyes widened upon hearing that. "Someone close?"

In his mind, he started going through the names of the men around his wife.

[Could it be Sir Callen? No ... he seems like a kind young man. Sir Vesper? That can’t be it. She wouldn’t have asked me to call him over if she suspected he was a traitor.]

[Leofric?] Edmund paused when he mentioned the name of his close friend. [Forget it. He’s too dumb to hate anyone.]

[Then, who is it?] Edmund thought hard, and when he realized there was one name he hadn’t mentioned yet, his brow furrowed. [Dr. Silas?]

Unlike the other names, Edmund repeated Silas’s name in his head several times.

[There’s a young girl who works as his assistant ... what’s her name again? Hazelle? Is it possible she has a slave seal?]

Before Edmund could ask that question out loud, Primrose said, "Yes. He’s someone I once trusted. When the time comes, I’ll tell you his name."

She wanted Edmund to have a hint, just enough so he wouldn’t feel completely left out, but she wasn’t ready to say the name directly yet.

However, at least now Edmund had guessed correctly in his mind, so he could help Primrose keep an eye on Silas. Still, without enough evidence, he couldn’t behead the doctor, not until his wife said his name.

"What do you want to do with him?" Edmund asked.

"I want to save his slave first. As for him ... I’ll think about it later," Primrose said. "Will you be willing to wait, my husband?"

Edmund nodded without hesitation. "I’ll wait," he said. "Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell me."

Not long after, Edmund added, "I’ll also call in new, competent human doctors for you, someone more trustworthy."

Edmund didn’t mention Silas’s name, and Primrose didn’t directly tell him that Silas was the one who poisoned her. Even so, both of them already understood that the man could no longer be trusted.

"That would be great." Primrose smiled. "Thank you, husband."

Silas had actually given some medicine that Primrose was supposed to take that day, but Edmund didn’t even let her touch it, not even a little.

When the doctor asked to see her, Edmund simply told Marielle to inform him that the Queen was sleeping, so Silas would have to come back later.

From morning until the sun nearly set, Edmund never once left Primrose’s room.

He said he wouldn’t let his wife be alone while the traitor was still roaming freely in the palace.

But deep down, Primrose knew there was another reason why Edmund didn’t want to step out of her room.

He was worried that if he ran into Silas in the hallway, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cutting the man’s head on the spot.

For her sake, he was holding back, and waiting.

"Wife, are you comfortable?"

Primrose had lost count of how many times Edmund had asked her that same question.

"I’m comfortable, husband," she replied with a warm smile. "Thank you for always asking."

Since even the slightest touch made her legs hurt, Edmund made sure there was nothing near her feet, not even a blanket or a pillow.

To keep her warm, he told the maids to add more firewood to the fireplace so she wouldn’t get cold when the temperature started to drop.

But honestly, Primrose felt bad for him because he had to help her when she needed to relieve herself.

It was such an embarrassing experience, something that had never even crossed her mind before she ended up in that poison-filled bathtub.

She thought Edmund might grow annoyed or moody from having to do everything just to make sure she was comfortable and safe. But he never once complained, not out loud, not even in his thoughts.

She had heard so many stories about husbands who abandoned their wives when they fell severely ill or became disabled.

They would always say they were "too busy with work" to take care of their sick or paralyzed wives.

But Edmund wasn’t like that at all.

Instead of using his job as an excuse, he simply asked his assistant to bring his work to the queen’s chamber so he could stay by her side while still doing his duties.

"Aren’t you tired, husband?" Primrose asked gently from her bed, watching him work from across the room.

He was sitting on the couch, his desk covered with paperwork. "I just realized ... you haven’t slept in two days, have you?"

Her voice softened with concern as the words left her lips.

Was he really fine after not sleeping for so long? He had done so much since yesterday, and yet he still looked perfectly fine, functioning like a normal person without even a trace of exhaustion.

"I’m not tired yet," Edmund said, briefly looking up before returning to the reports in his hand. "Two days isn’t that long."

Primrose smiled faintly.

If she didn’t sleep for two days, she’d probably turn into a walking corpse.

Forget reading reports, she wouldn’t even be able to walk straight without feeling dizzy.

"What about you? Are you tired?" Edmund finally shifted his full attention to her. "Do you want me to help you lie down?"

Primrose, who was sitting on the bed, let out a soft laugh. "How could I be tired? I’ve just been sitting here all day watching you work." She sighed. "But I won’t lie ... it’s starting to get a little boring."

Edmund went quiet for a moment, clearly thinking of how to make her feel less bored. "Maybe ... you could take a nap. That way you won’t feel bored anymore."

"But I’m not sleepy yet," she replied, fidgeting with her fingers. "Besides ... didn’t you say earlier that Sir Vesper and Lady Raven would be arriving at the palace soon? I think I should stay awake and wait for them."

She glanced at him and added softly, "But ... I do have a suggestion."

Her eyes lit up a little as she patted the empty space on the bed beside her. "How about you bring your work over here? Doesn’t that sound nice? I could even learn something by watching you work."

Edmund immediately shook his head. "It might be safer if I stay here, my wife. I’m afraid I’ll accidentally bump your legs."

"My bed is huge, you know," she pouted a little, looking away. "I doubt you’d end up dropping a whole stack of papers on me. Besides ..."

Her voice trailed off as she glanced back at him, her cheeks warm. "I just want to be close to my husband. Is that so wrong?"

They were in the same room, and yet they still felt far apart, and honestly, that frustrated her a little.

"Would you really not come sit—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, she saw Edmund quickly gather up the papers on the table and walk toward the bed without another word.

[If my wife offers me something and insists on it,] he thought to himself, [then I should accept it without question.]