I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 733: Strings of guilt

Chapter 733: Strings of guilt

Meanwhile, Deborah stood behind the wheelchair, gazing at the woman seated in it. She had been accompanying Hera every time Dragon wasn’t around to take her to the garden. Even so, Hera wasn’t as lively as when she was with Dragon.

"It’s pretty, isn’t it?" Hera smiled subtly, glancing back at Deborah. "You’re always silent... name?"

"Deborah." Deborah smiled subtly. "People call me Deb."

"Hera."

"I know."

Hera’s smile broadened as she fixed her eyes on the beautiful greenery around her. There were various flowers. It was a shame she couldn’t pluck them and put them in a vase. After all, they would only take her here for a short time as part of her recovery.

"Let’s rest," she said as she looked back at Deborah. "You should also sit down. I’ve never seen you sit down whenever you accompany me. It makes me think you don’t like me."

"It’s not that I don’t like you, but, well, sure." Deborah didn’t prolong the conversation as she wheeled Hera to the nearest bench. Deborah sat down on the bench after positioning Hera beside it.

There was a moment of silence between them, which wasn’t new to them. Deborah couldn’t help but look at Hera’s profile.

"Do you really like the garden?" asked Deborah, curious.

"Of course." Hera looked back at the beautiful brunette. "I think it’s pretty and peaceful. You’re not fond of gardens?"

"Not really." Deborah shrugged.

"That’s too bad. We don’t have a common equilibrium."

Deborah kept her lips drawn into a thin line, assessing Hera’s expression. Although Hera was smiling radiantly, she was almost like skin and bones. Considering Hera was still recovering from a long slumber, it wasn’t surprising she had lost a lot of weight. If anything, Hera had already regained some muscle and a bit of fat. Even so, the dark bags under her eyes were evident.

"Are you okay?" she asked, gaining Hera’s attention once more. "I mean, you look a little sick."

"Do I? Well, lately, I feel like my body is heavier than it should be. I feel lethargic." Hera massaged her nape as she closed her eyes momentarily. "When I asked the doctor, they said I’m okay. That I probably need more rest and sleep."

’You believe them?’ was what Deborah wanted to say, but she didn’t want to get into more trouble than she was expecting in the future. Coming into this place and being asked by Dragon to look after Hera was already suspicious enough. If she wasn’t careful, who knew what sort of fate she had in the future?

"If they said you’re fine, then I guess you’re fine," Deborah said with a forced smile. "I think it’s also because you keep visiting the garden. Considering you just woke up after years of being comatose, you may easily get exhausted going in and out of this place."

"Is that so?" Hera smiled, but this time, it didn’t reach her eyes. "Please take me back inside. It’s time for my bath."

"Oh, sure." Deborah nodded in understanding before she rose from her seat. She then wheeled Hera inside the mansion without a word.

Silence once again enveloped them, which Deborah wasn’t unfamiliar with. Hera was often quiet. She was only lively when Dragon was around. That was understandable, considering Hera barely had any memory to recall. And she almost had her memories erased again, if not for the doctor’s strong opposition to Dragon’s madness. Therefore, all she knew was Dragon, and the only person she trusted was that devil incarnate. It was expected Hera would treat and act differently around other people except her "husband."

"Can you help me?"

As Deborah wheeled her through the hallway, Hera’s quiet voice caressed her ears. "Huh?"

"Frank always helps me bathe whenever he has the time, but most of the time, the maids will do it," Hera explained, keeping her eyes down. "After accompanying me during his absence, I think I’ve grown comfortable with you, Deb."

She looked back and smiled weakly. "If you don’t mind, I would like you to help me take a bath."

"You want me to... why?"

"I don’t know?" Hera shrugged. "I just think it’ll be fun to talk to someone while I’m taking a bath."

Deborah’s lips parted, ready to refuse her request. However, in the end, she pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Fine," she breathed out. "Though I’m telling you beforehand. I’m not cleaning your toes or your body."

"Haha. It’s fine. I just want company." Hera chuckled lightly, covering her lips with the back of her hand. "I find it strange when the maids want to clean me. I don’t want to disappoint Frank, but I don’t like other people touching me. So, you don’t have to worry. I’ll clean myself. You just have to be there to make sure I don’t have any minor accidents. Otherwise, Frank will be angry."

Deborah forced a smile as she trod carefully. She glanced down at Hera while the latter was still talking, reassuring her that this was her only means to avoid the maids touching her body to clean it.

’I know she’s not June.’Deborah slowly set her eyes ahead, mentally sighing. ’But somehow, she now reminds me of her. If only I didn’t know that she used to be just as sick and twisted as Dragon, I might probably like her.’

She mentally pushed the thought to the back of her head, taking Hera to her room. June and Hera were two different people. Although Deborah had gotten used to seeing June’s post-surgery face, which looked exactly like Hera’s, she wasn’t foolish enough to replace her friend with Hera. After all, Hera was only acting differently because of the lack of memory. June was different. That woman was naturally kind, albeit unlucky, to meet Dragon in this life, and naive to fall for him.

However, despite all the facts laid on the table, Deborah still had a conscience. And what she would see in the next moment would tug at all the strings of guilt in her heart.