Edmund stiffened the moment he heard Lazarus' words.
[Have I been treating my wife well? I don't know … she's been crying a lot in front of me.]
[Does that mean I'm a terrible husband? Yes, I must be. I'm awful.]
He lowered his head even more, too guilty to say a word to his father-in-law.
[I'm such a bad husband. Maybe I really deserve to die.]
Primrose was speechless at hearing his thoughts. Each day, it felt like he was getting more and more dramatic.
She wiped her tears roughly with her sleeve, sniffled, and spoke through soft sobs. "He's treating me well," she said quietly. "My husband has been so kind to me. It's me who's not good enough for him."
Those words should be enough to calm him down, right?
[Why is my wife putting herself down like that? I'm the useless one, not her!!]
[Is she scared I'll get angry if she tells her father the truth?]
What kind of truth?!
