The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 121 Will Do Whatever It Takes.

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Isolde’s face suddenly hardened. “Priscilla, who are you insulting? You can insult me all you want, but now you’re dragging my grandmother into it? If her granddaughter is a little beast, does that make her an old beast?”

Priscilla was

was momentarily at a loss, glancing back at Prudence. Prudence’s face twitched, her eyes darkening with anger. “Watch your language,” she said sharply.

“I was talking about the little dog. Priscilla muttered, trying to defend herself.

Prudence, clearly irritated, said, “Enough. You can go. I need to speak with Isolde.”

Reluctantly, Priscilla left. Before she did, she tried to shoot Isolde a venomous glare, but Isolde’s cold, sharp gaze made her think twice.

Vance, though frustrated, was more focused on his own interests. Whenever there was a chance for gain, he would lower his posture and compromise.

Prudence sat up straighter, her angry energy slowly dissipating, replaced by a gentler, more thoughtful demeanor. She looked at Isolde with a kind expression and said, “Isolde, even though you weren’t raised here at Duke’s estate, I’ve always treated all my grandchildren equally. I’ve had people check on you during your time at the manor. When I heard you were well, I felt relieved. Your father may be stubborn, but he listens to me. He’ll understand if I scold him. “You shouldn’t be so stubborn either. You’re a good girl. Why leave? You have a home here, yet you choose to live elsewhere. What’s the point?”

Isolde, deeply moved, nearly teared up. “Your words mean everything to me. I’ll go ask my father to come.”

She instructed Hattie to fetch Geoffrey, and Hattie hurried off.

As Isolde stood by, her fists clenched beneath her blankets, her nails digging into her skin, but her face remained calm. She was playing the part of the caring grandmother–but she had her own plans for Geoffrey and Isolde.

Isolde asked, feigning concern, “Is your health improving, Grandmother?”

“It’s fine,” Prudence replied curtly.

and walking over to Prudence. Without waiting for a response, she gently pulled her art. “Come on, you can’t just lie in

rest, she had feigned illness to achieve her goal. Now, despite her anger, she stood up with Isolde’s help and slowly

looked like the

through the garden, Priscilla stood on the porch, glaring, while Vance, standing beside her, watched silently, his

Prudence, fearing she might involve the Marchioness of Greystone in

he saw Isolde accompanying Prudence in the garden. His face

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of sharpness, said, “What kind of father are you? You let your

Prudence to Isolde, replied, “She insisted on going. I couldn’t stop

you just talk it through? You think she’ll only feel at

caught off guard by the outburst, confused. Wasn’t this exactly what Prudence wanted?

her frustration, her eyes narrowing, her tone sharpening “From now on, everything needs to be discussed. “Don’t go off and make decisions on your own. Like what you did with Isolde’s marriage? You gave her to a

issue had been dealt with before Prudence returned, but now, hearing it again, Geoffrey felt an uncomfortable knot in

force Prudence into this position–he wasn’t sure how, but it was clear. Prudence, normally so controlled, was now being uncharacteristically lenient with Isolde. Is it because Isolde has something on her? Or is it

right, I

Your shouldn’t stay angry. After all, you’re father and daughter. How could you hold grudges forever? Now, go back, it’s late.”

up for me, I feel much better. Since both you and Priscilla are trying so hard to keep me here, I won’t

lip, said coldly,

triumphant, called Leonis to her, holding him in her

Isolde left, Prudence’s smile faded into something much darker. Her eyes narrowed with

was momentarily shaken by the intensity in