Transmigration: The Fate of the Villainess

238 Epilogue

The soft morning light shone onto the closed eyelids. The method of awakening seemed to be effective, as the thick eyelashes started moving after three years of stillness.

The room, decorated in white, was full of a ‘clean’ smell that made her grimace even before she could open her eyes to observe her surroundings. Her eyelashes moved rapidly as she blinked to adjust her vision. Fortunately, the ray of light was partially blocked by the person who had pulled the curtain and allowed sunlight to wake her up in the first place.

“Excuse me.”

Dark eyes that had finally adjusted to the light turned to the source of a woman’s voice. In front of her was not the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. It was not bright red blood pouring from her cold body. Not the picture of the man whom she wanted to see before her breath stopped.

In front of her was a stranger. The woman in white who was pressing buttons on a machine next to her bed. On the woman’s head was a white cap that was a symbol of a nurse.

“Please drink some water first.” A small glass containing clear water with a white straw was pointed at her dried lips. She obediently drank it, as she had felt thirsty since she opened her eyes. At the same time, the nurse spoke again. “Please wait a moment. The doctor will soon be here.”

Doctor?

Her hand, pale from the lack of sunlight, pushed away the glass in a gesture that she no longer needed it. Despite the wan complexion, her beauty still shone as she frowned. Every word this woman said was in her mother tongue, which she had almost never heard again after committing suicide. A brief moment later, she discovered that she had had a strange dream where people spoke in Chinese and wore intricate ancient dresses.

It was a long dream filled with vivid emotions. Love. Anger. Hatred. She could feel them deeply. Yet when she opened her eyes, she could no longer recall the cause of those emotions and the people within that long dream…

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She only knew that her fragmented heart was being pieced back together by someone in the dream. And that person was not the one who had broken her heart and driven her to her death.

That person loved her and never betrayed her.

That person waited for her throughout every life.

That person whom she had met in the dream and left her with a strange longing when she awoke.

Creak…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a person in a white gown who came in through the door. He walked toward her bed, several nurses in tow. Although his steps were hastened, his movement carried a dignified air that suited his noble status.

Her dark eyes were fixed on the newcomer, unable to look away.

The mysterious longing she felt was slowly answered as he approached…

“How long has she been awake?”

“A little while ago, Your Highness.”

The man with enthralling beauty calmly asked the nurse next to him. And when he received an answer, he only nodded without uttering another word. He ignored the gaze from her dark eyes as he walked to stand next to her bed and started examining her body. The young lord was originally a man of few words, and thus his every movement was accompanied by silence. There was only the sound of a pen on paper from the nurse, noting down the condition of the ‘special patient’ who had been entrusted to him by his father.

Yoknapha was the granddaughter of his father’s old friend. Although her grandmother was gone, his father still kept his promise of taking care of her in place of the dead. The promise was then later passed on to him, the sole heir, after his father’s death one year ago.

When the incident happened, Yoknapha was sent abroad to a hospital in this country in a vegetative stage. Although he was irritated by the cause of her injury, he still upheld the Hippocratic oath and the honor of his royal blood. He had to personally take care of her, despite his status as the authority of this hospital.

The noble lord could not believe that he had the patience to continue taking care of this woman for three full years. And it seemed that today would be the last day of his duty.

Yoknapha did not understand what the doctor and nurses were doing to her body in the process of examination. Likewise, she ignored the various questions they had for her. She said nothing because the truth in front of her made her afraid of moving even a muscle…

She feared that this would be another dream. She feared that the person in front of her would disappear… She was terrified, yet she did not know who this man was.

“Miss Yoknapha?” Her name was called as the nurse who had followed behind this man lightly shook her arm. Still, the call did nothing to tear her eyes away from the doctor responsible for her case…

Let her look at him and revel in the warmth she knew so well.

Right now, she only cared about this man, the tall figure with a familiar beauty. Still, she could not recall where she had seen this face before. The lord’s eyes were not the gold she had gazed at countless times. It was light brown, and yet, when she looked deep into it, she found enchanting flecks of gold.

The more she looked, the more familiar he seemed.

“Miss? Can you hear me?” The doctor’s deep voice tried to call the woman in front of him. Despite his attempts, there was no response other than a stare. A deep, long stare with her dark eyes that resembled the night sky.

His brows furrowed at the thought of complications that would follow if she truly could not respond. He watched her silent response and was unconsciously drawn to the jet-black eyes that had been gazing at him since they first met.

“She must have been deeply affected by her lover, Your Lordship. She tried to commit suicide and almost died…” A voice was heard from one of the nurses. “She might have woken up, but the broken heart could make her…”

The voices of the nurses seemed to have evaporated when two pairs of eyes met for the first time.

The villainess who was driven to suicide by a broken heart.

The young lord who was destined to be responsible for the life of the woman whom he would never meet otherwise.

The two exchanged a long, silent gaze… A strange feeling suddenly pierced their hearts.

It was unknown how long they remained, staring at each other. Yoknapha was the first to look away from his light brown eyes. She turned her gaze to the green letters embroidered on the chest of his white doctor’s gown, wanting to know more about the person in front of her.

M.C.[1] Bawonwit Borirakworakarn, MD

Momchao Bawonwit had only a few words for this woman who readily turned to death because of mere lost love and ended up as his patient for three years…

“Foolish.”

This was his first word to her on the day they officially met.

-The End-

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[1] Mom Chao (M.C.): Thai peerage rank of a child born between a prince and a commoner. Titled as ‘His Serene Highness Prince’ and addressed with ‘Your Highness’

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