With Death, I Depart Chapter 2

Silvia, who was busy taking care of Henry, shot me a look. "What are you spacing out for? Can't you see that Henry is sick? Get him a drink!"

Just like I had done ninety-nine times before, I quietly poured Henry a glass of water… and he suddenly yelped.

He dropped the glass, leaving it smashing into pieces while splashing hot water all over, scalding my hand crimson.

"I'm so sorry, Carl!" he cried. "The glass was too hot and slipped from my grasp. It's all my fault…"

The glass even cut my ankles and drew blood, but Silvia deliberately ignored that.

She picked up the other glass and splashed it at my face. "You're so clumsy! Is there anything you can do right?! The way I see it, you were just trying to hurt Henry! Don't think I can't tell!"

I simply stayed silent and watched her—I had tested the temperature beforehand. It wasn't nearly that hot.

Still, Henry was deliberately harassing me because he knew Silvia would never take my side, which also emboldened him further.

Even so, my hand had started to heal, but the scalding left blisters.

I could resurrect, but that didn't stop the pain, which left me with sweat drenching my back.

I gritted my teeth as I bore with the pain and bowed my head in apology. "I'm sorry. I'll get you another glass…"

I know Silvia would never believe whatever I said and dismiss it as nonsense.

As for me, Claire would soon come back to me.

And with one last death, everything would be over.

Henry was grinning at me smugly but still lied through his teeth. "Carl just came back alive, so it's alright if he's not thinking straight. Don't get upset with him."

Silvia snorted reluctantly then. "You're the only one who's kind enough to tolerate him. Sorry you have to deal with this."

They then began to flirt, while I tactfully left to get a broom to clean up the mess.

Seeing that I intended to use tools, Silvia snapped right then, "Use your hands!"

I had no choice but to do so, letting the glass cut my palm while the room overflowed with the scent of blood.

Silvia was sitting in her bed, glaring at me coldly.

Still, when she smelled blood, she got up. "That's enough! You don't even know how to clean?! What a fool!"

I hung my head and didn't argue.

After all, I was a fool—why else would I constantly tolerate her abuse?

Henry twitched uncomfortably but forced a smile. "Also, when will my proposal be finalized?"

Silvia froze and turned to me. "Henry's company is taking part in an expo abroad, and we need the proposal tomorrow—you must finish it tonight, do you hear me?"

I didn't say a word as I groaned inwardly.

After resurrecting fifty times, I developed heart issues.

I couldn't work long hours, and staying up overnight was especially a no-no.

But Silvia didn't care—so what if I was sacrificed as long as it pleased Henry?

"Don't worry, it will be done before tomorrow morning."

Silvia was ready to argue and was clearly surprised that I agreed to it.

Still, she said, "Don't be late. I trust you—that's why I let you do it."

I knew she was making excuses for her own actions, but it was really fine by me.

If anything, I looked forward to getting a heart attack and dying, so that I could be free from her and see Claire again.

Silvia actually looked troubled at once. "I'm just…"

However, that was when Henry groaned, "Silvia… It hurts so much…"

And with that, I was neglected again, having to close the door for them so people wouldn't catch them getting frisky.

As I dragged my battered body to find a doctor, I thought it was simply incredible the way I obsessively devoted myself to Silvia.