Because I was Terminally Ill, I Married the Male Lead's Brother, and Now He's Obsessed with Me

Episode 17

 

“Understood.”

 

“Let’s do our best to prevent it from going that far.”

 

“How can I express my gratitude…”

 

“For now, let’s stabilize Ian. We can talk later. Focus on Ian now.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Even during this brief conversation, Ian continued to convulse in pain, and Lloydin struggled tirelessly to calm him down.

 

“Your Grace, I’ve brought the medicine!”

 

After a short while, the butler returned with the medicine, and Lloydin accepted it.

 

“Ian… please.”

 

With an earnest voice, Lloydin forced the medicine into Ian’s mouth.

 

“Aaah! Ugh! Ugh!”

 

“Oh no…”

 

However, due to Ian’s continued thrashing, even with him being tied up, administering the medicine proved to be quite challenging. 

 

The medicine, mixed with water, couldn’t entirely enter Ian’s mouth, and more than half of it spilled outside.

 

“I will feed him. Please hold his face tightly.”

 

Originally, I intended to watch silently, but I couldn’t remain calm and ended up taking action myself, feeling anxious. 

 

“No, I’ll do it.”

 

“No, we need to do it quickly. Don’t let go of his face until I finish giving him the medicine.”

 

“Understood.”

 

In response to my words, William held down Ian’s body, and Lloydin gripped his face.

 

“Aaah!”

 

With all movements completely restrained, Ian screamed even louder than before.

 

“Ian, you’ve endured well until now. Just bear with it a little longer…”

 

Perhaps due to feeling sorry for the child, I found myself gently stroking his head while calling out his name, and as Ian shouted with his mouth wide open, we quickly poured the medicine into it, making sure he couldn’t spit it out.

 

“Ugh! Uuugh!”

 

After administering the medicine and sealing his mouth, Ian could no longer expel the medicine.

 

Finally, as Ian’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, indicating that he had swallowed the medicine, I promptly removed my hand from Ian’s mouth.

 

“Aaah!”

 

However, as my brothers had mentioned, we had to wait for 30 minutes to confirm if the medicine would take effect.

 

We anxiously listened to Ian’s cries, observing any changes in the child.

 

“Since some of the medicine spilled earlier, and there’s a chance he didn’t swallow the medicine, should we prepare more medicine just in case?”

 

“Understood. William.”

 

Following my instructions, the butler took the medicine and left the room.

 

‘Please, please…’

 

I prayed fervently, listening to Ian’s cries filled with agony, hoping that a single dose would prove effective.

 

Soon, William returned to the room, and the agonizing 30 minutes we had been waiting for passed.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

Unfortunately, Ian’s condition had not improved.

 

“Let’s administer it once again, just like before.”

 

“Understood.”

 

There was no time to feel disappointed now.

 

Helplessly, we prepared to give Ian another dose of medicine.

 

Since every minute and second were crucial for Ian, I focused my mind and held the cup containing the medication.

 

‘Please, let it work this time.’

 

With earnest hope, I administered the medicine to Ian as before.

 

Perhaps realizing our intentions, Ian’s convulsions were even more intense than before, but fortunately, the second administration went more smoothly.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

‘We just have to wait now…’

 

Side by side, we stood, watching Ian struggle intensely.

 

30 minutes felt both short and excruciatingly long, especially for the older brother who could do nothing but witness his sibling’s suffering.

 

I turned my head slightly and looked at Lloydin. Just from his profile, I could sense the immense psychological torment he was experiencing.

 

Unconsciously, with the desire to comfort him, I reached out, holding his hand.

 

As a result, Lloydin, who had been fixated on his brother, turned his face towards me.

 

As expected, his brows were twisted in agony, and there were tears in his eyes.

 

“It will get better.”

 

The only words I could offer were those, but I sincerely hoped they would provide even a small comfort to him.

 

Lloydin nodded gently.

 

‘Because it doesn’t make sense for the male lead to die here.’

 

It was still far before the original story began.

 

We had no knowledge of what happened to Ian before the original story started, but one thing was certain.

 

Ian would be alive even after several years.

 

‘By the way, if it doesn’t work this time.’

 

Back then, we had to directly inject medicine into his heart, and for that, a doctor was required.

 

Come to think of it, I realized something strange just now.

 

In this tightly closed room, there were only Ian, Lloydin, William, and me.

 

‘No doctor.’

 

Busy caring for Ian, I didn’t notice it until now. There should have been a chief physician who should have been taking care of Ian before I arrived.

 

“But, Your Lordship.”

 

I called Lloydin in a cautious voice.

 

“Where did the chief physician go? I haven’t seen him since a while ago.”

 

“There is no chief physician.”

 

“No chief physician?”

 

“I tried to hire someone, but no one wanted to. Moreover, even if there were someone, we must keep it a secret, as no one should know about Ian except the butler.”

 

No one wanted to.

 

It meant that no one wanted to be the chief physician of the Blythe family.

 

Truly, the aversion of people towards the Blythe family was too shocking the more I learned about it.

 

“Oh, then…”

 

If the medicine didn’t work this time, I should ask him what to do, but I couldn’t easily bring myself to speak.

 

“If it comes to that, I’ll do it.”

 

“What?”

 

Lloydin immediately responded to my hesitation.

 

But Lloydin? He’ll do it?

 

“But it’s too dangerous! I’ll go get a doctor quickly. Our family’s chief physician may be hesitant, but it’ll be okay.”

 

Upon my words, Lloydin firmly shook his head.

 

“No one can be trusted.”

 

“But…”

 

This was too risky.

 

He wouldn’t die, but even knowing that, anxiety surged.

 

However, I also understood his words.

 

This was an extremely dangerous task.

 

I couldn’t dare to understand all the things he had been through until now, but I knew very well how people treated him, how they thought, and judged him, so I couldn’t stop him anymore.

 

“But if it happens, I’ll help you from the side.”

 

So, I just told him that I would help.

 

Although some time passed, there was no sign of Ian’s condition changing. Lloydin called the butler and had him prepare for the next steps.

 

The nightmarish thirty minutes had almost passed.

 

Contrary to the anxious feelings, Ian’s seizure showed no signs of abating.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

Ultimately, was I left with no choice but to administer the medication directly?

 

I anxiously glanced between Ian and Lloydin.

 

After a while, when all the sand in the hourglass, set for 30 minutes, had fallen to the bottom, Lloydin spoke with a determined voice.

 

“William.”

 

“Yes, here.”

 

In the tray handed over by the butler, there were drugs, an empty transparent and thin tube, a small knife, and a clean white cloth.

 

“Ah! Ahhh! Huuk, haaak!”

 

However, at that moment, Ian’s scream changed slightly.

 

Sounds of agony mixed with what seemed like difficulty breathing echoed together.

 

“It seems like something is wrong with Ian. We shouldn’t delay, we need to do it quickly.”

 

So, we positioned ourselves on both sides of the bed.

 

After removing Ian’s upper garments, this time, William and I held Ian down.

 

Lloydin, after glancing at his brother, took the knife from the tray towards Ian’s chest.

 

I followed his movements with a gaze filled with tension and anxiety.

 

However, the resolute demeanor from earlier seemed to have disappeared, and he stood hesitatingly.

 

No matter how much he claimed it was treatment, he couldn’t bring himself to put a knife to his brother’s chest.

 

“Lord.”

 

I let go of one hand holding Ian and carefully grasped Lloydin’s hand.

 

Raising his head, Lloydin looked at me with eyes full of anguish.

 

“Shall I do it? No, I will do it.”

 

Saying so, I tried to take the knife from Lloydin’s hand.

 

However, Lloydin, gripping the knife tightly, did not relinquish it to me.

 

“No, I’ll do it. I have to do it.”

 

In his eyes, there was a delicate blend of responsibility and determination towards his brother.