The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 52 She’s Still Too Green

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After Estella finished speaking, she raised her voice and called out to Isolde, “Isolde, you’re still young and naive. Don’t be deceived by these two old scoundrels! They were driven off the mountain by Matilda years ago and even spent time in prison. Just seeing them is enough to bring bad luck.”

“You….” Jessica’s brows shot up in anger as she pointed at Estella and scolded, “You ungrateful wretch! Have you forgotten how good Prunella was to you? The moment Prunella died, you turned around and pledged loyalty to Matilda! If Prunella’s spirit still lingers, she would curse you all to die miserable deaths.”

Estella sneered, “Of course, I remember Prunella’s kindness. That’s why I’ve been managing the estate diligently all these years, despite the losses. And besides, regardless of which Mrs. Langley is in charge, a duchess is still a duchess. We are merely servants, our job is to do our work and not meddle in other affairs.”

With that. Estella called out, “Someone, come in! Get these two shameless old fools out of here before they deceive Isolde any further!”

Several farmhands entered from outside and, without hesitation, reached for Jessica and Wade.

Jessica shoved them away angrily and shouted at Isolde with a sorrowful voice, “Isolde, wake up! Don’t mistake an enemy for a mother. She’s the one who killed Prunella!”

Furious. Estella trembled and raised her hand to slap Jessica. But before her hand could land, a whip cracked through the air and struck her hard, making her yelp in pain and jump back. She shrieked, “Who did that? Who dared to hit me?!”

When she turned and saw the whip in Isolde’s hand, her expression twitched. Glaring, she barked, “Tsolde, you dare strike me?!”

-Isolde’s eyes gleamed coldly, like a venomous snake. “Why shouldn’t I?”

A chill ran down Estella’s spine as she recalled that just yesterday, Doug had stood up for Isolde, forcing even Matilda and Milton to back down.

Though Doug had now left, Oliver was still at the manor. Offending Isolde was not a wise move.

Still, she couldn’t afford to lose face, so she spoke forcefully, “I was only thinking of your best interests, to prevent you from being deceived.”

Isolde let out a cold laugh. “Oh? So when you falsely accused me of pushing Eleanor into the water yesterday, that was for my best interests too?”

Estella stiffened. The matter hadn’t been mentioned last night, and she had assumed Isolde had let it slide, considering the estate still needed them to function. After all, she knew from experience that if the estate’s stewards were removed, the farmhands would rebel.

Isolde to wait until today to settle accounts.

no need to

down, she tore it to shreds without even glancing at it. Fixing Otto with a piercing stare, she said, “I know exactly how much the estate has

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the shredded account book on the ground. Then, with a smug smile, he said, “Leave? Isolde, you don’t have the right to tell me to leave. But truth be told,

“Since Isolde doesn’t want us here, let’s go. But once we leave, don’t expect us to come back so easily.

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and Wade turned pale

entirely on Matilda’s side. Anxiously, she said, “Isolde, you can’t let all the stewards leave! The farmhands follow them more than anyone else.

at least hold off for two months. Once the busy farming season is over, it’ll be easier

I can

stomped her foot. “Oh, my dear Isolde, you say that too easily! Do you know how much money the estate makes in

Isolde

of money rot away on the trees. She wouldn’t make

will make it to market as scheduled.” Isolde looked at Jessica and Wade with unwavering determination. “This estate belongs to my mother. I will reclaim it. But tell me if I

Wade nodded eagerly.

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however, still looked worried. ‘Isolde, that won’t work. Even if we stay, it won’t be enough. The farmhands listen to the stewards,

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us do? This estate is huge. Even if we worked day and night without