The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 118 Doubts Arise

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holde fixed her gaze on him, her eyes blazing with fire. I can lower myself when necessary, but she doesn’t deserve it. I have always believed in mutual respect–if you treat me with respect, I will give it back tenfold.”

“Still, you expect her to respect you?” Geoffrey’s frustration was mounting; he could hardly understand her reasoning.

“Does she respect me, or does she want to harm me? I’m not here to play pretend. She has harmed me, and you want me to apologize to her? No, I won’t do it,” Isolde replied coldly.

Geoffrey sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on her. “You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?”

“This isn’t stubbornness; it’s a matter of principle. Everyone should have their limits. Once that boundary is: crossed, there’s no room for mercy,” she said, her voice steady.

Geoffrey’s voice grew colder. “Nonsense. We’re family, why would there be a boundary?”

“That’s precisely why there should be one. Because you’re my father. You gave me life, but you didn’t raise me. Despite that, I can tolerate your neglect, but I can’t tolerate you siding with others to harm me,” she replied, her tone biting.

“You-

Geoffrey seethed with frustration, his voice rising. “You speak so absurdly. With that attitude, do you think anyone will ever treat you kindly?”

“Then I’ll treat myself kindly,” Isolde retorted, her voice sharp. “Not letting those who harm me succeed- that’s a way of treating myself well.”

“Is that what Doug taught you?” Geoffrey asked, his anger flickering in his eyes.

Isolde looked at him with a sarcastic smile. “Yes, Doug taught me everything. You had the chance to teach me, but you didn’t want to.”

Geoffrey’s mind flashed back to a bitter thought. Prunella’s daughter will never be as cherished as Matilda’s daughter. This was her belief, her opinion.

“Clearly, reasoning with you is futile,” Geoffrey said, his voice tense. “You won’t apologize, then. Fine. Pack your things and go back to Windermount. Duke’s estate can no longer accommodate you.”

the first time Geoffrey had so

something hard. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes gradually turning cold.

she didn’t care, but deep down, a small part of

move to Paletein Manor. There are places in Argentum that will accept me, where people will treat me right. If Paletein Manor doesn’t work, I’ll go to the Sharp family.”

her gaze as she

“What do you mean by ‘move to Paletein

1k you

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hurtful “I don’t know why Mother ever insisted on marrying you. You’re cold, selfish, unable to distinguish right from wrong believe she must regret it, wherever she is, that

turned her back on him

to send her back to Windermount, as he couldn’t let her stay in Argentum

leave, he met

Isolde, went to find Esme.

me say a few things that might be hard to hear. –&–“The rules of propriety, the live virtues–those should be upheld. Even Queen Mother has praised you. But how, Geoffrey, could someone

voice sharp. “Just

the man she loved to trample and disgrace her memory. Do you think she can rest in peace knowing that?” Esme’s voice grew sharper. The County Princess is not some roadside weed. She was born of noble blood–her father, a Duke; her mother, the legitimate daughter of the Garrett family. Both sides are from generations of military nobility.” And yet, look at her. What has she been reduced to? All these years, she has lived like an orphan, like a beggar. Even everything she has today–she fought ten times harder than anyone else to obtain

County Princess at all. She never provokes others unless they provoke her first. Would she have invited trouble upon herself if Prudence hadn’t struck first? Who in their right mind would disrupt their own peaceful life for no reason? “And again, let’s take another step back–rather than dwelling on the idea that Prunella died giving birth to the County Princess, why not ask yourself this: Why would a perfectly healthy woman develop so many complications during pregnancy

needs to be said. I will never repeat these words again. But let me leave one final warning–I swore to Mr. Becker that I would protect the

outside, mulling over

to him about these matters over the years. Occasionally, their words had shaken him—but never like this. Never with such force. Especially when

years, the only thing that could

flashed through his mind–the months of her pregnancy, the strange complications that arose. The only time she seeined well was the month she spent at Montlins Manor–her

ill, and Prunella had returned to care for her. Her health declined almost

isibly

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