The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

hapter 33 The Theatrical Girls

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Once the servants had all retreated, Michelle turned to Eleanor, her expression hardening. “It’s good that you came today. I have something to ask you.

Eleanor feigned surprise. “Michelle, ask whatever you wish.”

Michelle’s voice was sharp. “What is going on between you and William?”

Eleanor, who had been all smiles just moments ago, suddenly looked as if she were about to burst into tears. “Michelle, it was a moment of foolishness. I know I was wrong!

“Of course, you were wrong Michelle’s voice carried righteous indignation.

“You knew Isolde was already engaged to the Valen family, yet you still entangled yourself with William? A moment of weakness? Don’t be ridiculous. “He must have sweet–talked you, and you were foolish enough to believe him. How could you be so blinded? Lusting after your own cousin’s fiancé–if it weren’t for my respect for Uncle, I’d beat you half to death myself.”

Eleanor’s tears welled up as she reached for Isolde’s sleeve. “Isolde, please forgive me. I truly know my mistake this time.”

Isolde slowly withdrew her hand, her gaze cold. “What mistake? You and William are a perfect match–two despicable creatures made for each other. If anything, I nearly got in the way of your grand love story.”

Michelle’s expression faltered for a brief moment, but she held her tongue.

Eleanor dabbed her tears delicately with a handkerchief before speaking again in a pitiful tone. “Isolde, you should still marry into the Valen family. You’ll be the wife, and I’ll be the concubine. I will respect you and serve William together with you. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Isolde almost laughed aloud. This performance was worse than the village theatrics she had seen back in Windermount.

Yet Michelle seemed deeply moved, her beautiful face softening with an air of magnanimity. “It’s good that you realize your mistake. Remember your words today–when you both marry into the Valen family, Isolde will be the wife, and you, the concubine. No matter what happens, you will obey her and defer to her in everything. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Eleanor whispered, still dabbing at her eyes, but the hatred flickering in them could not be concealed.

not be exceptional, but with his father’s influence, he will do just fine. “Besides, he is the only son of the Valen family the household is simple. Oliver is merely an adopted son and will never inherit the

perceptible smirk played at

her next point. “By the way, Mother mentioned returning your mother’s estates and shops to you. But you are a noble lady–it wouldn’t be proper for you to

distance between them. Her expression grew frosty as she

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darkened. “Are you saying you don’t trust me? Do

you?“.

returned. “They were my mother’s dowry, never your mother’s, nor the Duke’s estate’s to claim. Third, I entrust the estates to anyone–except you. You

to her feet, slamming her palm onto

I was perfectly clear. No need to repeat myself. Also, take back these old clothes of yours–Lam not a beggar. I don’t

let out a shrill cry. “Isolde, how can you speak to Michelle

thus. She jabbed a linger at Eleanor and snapped, “And you! Do you! I don’t know what’s going on in that scheming little head of yours? Your father has lost power, and you can no longer become Marchioness of Eldermere. Now, the only way for you to secure a place in the Valen family is as a concubine. “And so, you come crawling to me, hoping I’ll marry William and make things easier for you? Did you forget how you schemed to break off my original engagement to them? You may have no shame, but I

fury, unable

“Fine! You won’t even listen to me anymore? I’ll

bundles of

like

face was ice. “You’ll regret this. Don’t think that just because you’ve

please. This estate is still under Father’s rule, and as for your engagement to the Valen family–you don’t have a say in it. As long

wrist. “Let’s go. Don’t waste

second that

Instead, she fixed her gaze on Michelle. “Oh, by the way,” she said with a mocking smile. “That medicine you gave me–where did you get it? Which imperial physician prescribed it? I’ll be accompanying Princess Aveline to the

“The medicine is wasted on you,” she snapped. “I’ll take it

sharply and barked, Jacqueline! Bring