The next day, the doctor visited to administer the painkiller, and said she would not live long unless she cut off her leg. When Phoebe did not say anything, the doctor explained the new prosthetic leg. The doctor thought she was repelled at the idea of amputating her leg because of her appearance, and eagerly explained, but Phoebe knew why she had been brought here.

Compared to the h.e.l.l where she had not been able to die and been in pain, this place was heaven. But she couldn't be so greedy as to live.

When she heard that she might be able to live by cutting off her leg, she had hope for a moment. The hostess brought her here, but just in case she would cut off her leg, cure, and hire her, Phoebe looked up at her without knowing herself, but then dropped her eyes.

When Maribel saw Phoebe looking at her with low expectations and then shaking her head in a hurry, she ordered Liam, the theater's manager, to take out the doctor. She opened her mouth in a careful voice when they were left alone.

"Do you want to live? If you want to live, I can save your life, if you can pay back the money and the medical bills I spent to bring you here. This is a place where there are many aristocrats who like beautiful women. Some of them may like a woman who depends on them with unusual blonde hair and green eyes and a strange body. You can pay off your debts over the years if you do it that way. Do you want that?"

Phoebe shook her head at the cruel reality.

'Why do I keep forgetting that the world wasn't such an easy place? Even if I survive by selling myself to pay for treatment and ransom, the rest of my life will be the same as it has been. All that has changed was a broken leg is now a missing leg. What would I do to live the rest of my life?'

Maribel spoke softly to Phoebe, who was gently lowering her eyes. "Just think that this wasn't your life. Instead, I'll pray for you to be reborn in a life that is happier and has more in it than anyone else. I'll bury your body in a sunny place."

If she had died in 'Under The Wings of Angels,' she would have been hara.s.sed for days by people who indulged in necrophilia. Such abandoned bodies would not find freedom until they became food for wild beasts and could not be identified. Phoebe decided to thank her for escaping from such a fate.

Over the next month, Phoebe was able to rest her tired body sufficiently in her own s.p.a.ce for the first time in her life. Quietly preparing for the end, she realized that the day had finally come at the sight of the hostess who had come to her…

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Maribel replied calmly to Phoebe, "Not now. I'll have a visitor later tonight. I've come to ask if there's anything you want to do in the hours remaining until the end."

At Maribel's words, Phoebe hesitated for a moment.

She would die anyway, but she was afraid that she would hesitate to give up her life with something new in her eyes. But at the same time, she felt it was unfair to die like this. Maribel waited in silence, as if she understood Phoebe's hesitation.

After much deliberation, Phoebe looked up as she had finally made up her mind.

"I've never been to the theater that I used to listen to so much, so I want to see the stage. I want to make sure it's exactly what I imagined. If it's beautiful and colorful, I think I could die happily. I don't want to die thinking about a miserable place until the end."

At Phoebe's words, Maribel turned and left the room, saying, "I'll send a woman. I can't let you walk around the theater in that outfit."

Moments later, Amelie and Sophie came in with a dress for actresses from the prop room. Sophie blurted out while putting on her dress, "You look like our Julietta. I don't know if she's doing well."

When she saw the light brown hair that looked almost blonde, Amelie criticized her when Sophie thought of Julietta and spoke without being aware of her words.

"Didn't you hear the boss telling you to come out after dressing her, and not to say anything?"

Phoebe looked down at the small woman, who shut her mouth and arranged the dress she had put on her. She didn't know who Julietta was, but it seemed she was to die instead of the woman named Julietta. After a moment of jealousy, Phoebe shook her head and chased away the bad idea.

'Hasn't the girl helped me get out of that h.e.l.l and have a new experience?'

Phoebe somehow empathized with someone she didn't even know, and wanted the lady named Julietta to be happy on her behalf. If that happened, she thought she would be born with a very precious status in her next life and live happily.

When she finished grooming, Amelie took Phoebe to the mirror on one side of the room. Phoebe smiled slightly at herself in the mirror.

It was a dress that looked quite virtuous, unlike the one she had worn when she had been receiving guests at the brothel.