The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Hearing Benedict’s words, Eliza paused briefly. A sneer appeared on her face, and her voice was cold. “Unfortunately, there‘ s no second chance in this case,”

Hearing her words, Benedict couldn’t hold himself back. He opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood. Eliza’s fingertips twitched slightly, but her gaze remained unchanged. Meanwhile, Tina glanced at her sideways. After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Benedict looked almost lifeless. He seemed even weaker than the sick Anthony. Strangely enough, even in such a state, Benedict could still stand upright on the spot.

It was as if he had an unknown energy source supporting him, preventing him from collapsing completely.

As he stood, Benedict calmed his breathing. He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pursed his pale lips, and looked at Eliza again. “How’s Dylan doing?”

Eliza replied indifferently, “No idea.” She didn’t take in Dylan and didn’t know why Benedict asked her about him.

Benedict seemed hopeless. Under his father’s watchful eyes, he couldn’t visit Dylan anymore. Hence, he just hoped Dylan was okay. Perhaps among the siblings, only Dylan could stay by Eliza’s side.

Eliza didn’t know what Benedict was thinking. Otherwise, she’d surely let out a sneer.

Anthony had done something to you. But I think there might be some misunderstandings between you. So I asked him about it. He told me he heard

you be so sure?” Eliza almost laughed out loud, her anger bubbling to the surface. It was obvious who had framed her yet

know that none of you ever listened to me, not even once. You accused me of things I didn’t do, and insisted I said things I never said. Every argument I make has always been

you’re saying there’s a misunderstanding between us? Are you trying to save your

interjected, his voice trembling, “I’m listening

a chance. I promise, I’ll never

on, no matter what happens, I’ll

I break this promise, you can abandon me and let me

shut his eyes, then opened them and said flatly, “You can believe whatever you want. But

Benedict. “Stop talking. Whether you truly regret

turned and strode away, her figure