The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

399.Chapter 399

Diana knew she wasn’t the ideal candidate to enter the palace, but the Baker family desperately needed this opportunity. Diana glanced at Eliza, who was sitting by the bed, and pressed her lips together slightly.

Most women dream of becoming the Empress. After all, it was a position that commanded respect and admiration across the land

But becoming the Empress meant sacrificing many things, and the first was freedom.

And Diana was someone who had always yearned for freedom.

Still if giving up her freedom could bring her family back to Hasen City and grant her the power to protect those she cared about, Diana was willing to make that sacrifice.

That was why, even though Diana often vented her frustrations to Eliza, she never once said she didn’t want to be the Empress

She thought to herself, Liza will undoubtedly support me. But I don’t want Liza to worry. I can handle this. It’s just a bit of freedom. I can give it up.”

With this thought in mind, Diana’s resolve grew even stronger.

Eliza turned to look into Diana’s eyes. Though Diana didn’t want her to worry, how could Eliza not be concerned about her closest friend?

deepened. But what Eliza didn’t know was that her concern might be premature, as something

someone had just received news from Hasen City. Then, the

“Boom

“Slap!”

haunting me?” The sound of crashing objects and Isabelle’s furious screams

on? Why is she suddenly losing it

have no idea. Someone sent this woman a letter from Hasen City earlier,

City? Why didn’t you stop them and

But don’t worry, I already copied it and

up yet, it shouldn’t be

their casual conversation, ignoring the chaos inside

room, Isabelle shredded the letter in a fit of rage. Then, she stuffed the pieces into her mouth, chewing them viciously as if devouring a person. Only two

and the

The moment her eyes landed on that name, Isabelle’s fury reignited. She grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it onto the fragment with Diana’s

coffee splattered across the table, soaking part of the

up the shard, gripping it tightly despite the sharp edges cutting into her hand. Then, she began slashing at the paper