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.

suggested, lowering Leonis and walking over to Prudence. Without waiting for a response, she gently pulled her art. “Come on, you

fit of rage, and although her condition had improved with medicine and rest, she had feigned illness to achieve her goal. Now, despite her

like the picture–perfect image of grandmotherly love.

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

Prudence, fearing she might involve the Marchioness of

saw Isolde accompanying Prudence

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a touch of sharpness, said, “What kind of father are you? You let your daughter move to Paletein Manor? Is this some kind of joke for outsiders to laugh at?

from Prudence to Isolde, replied, “She insisted on going. I

to you, doesn’t she? The problem is, you hurt her feelings. You’re family. Why couldn’t you just talk it through? You think she’ll

by the outburst, confused. Wasn’t this exactly what Prudence

“Don’t go off and make decisions on your own.

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

to 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

“You’re right, I was wrong.”

gentler smile. “Your father admitted his mistake. Your shouldn’t stay angry. After all, you’re father and daughter. How could you hold

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

her lip, said

triumphant, called Leonis to her, holding him in her arms,

smile faded into something much darker. Her eyes narrowed

change, was momentarily shaken by the intensity in her gaze.