The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 138 The Dinner Table Drama

Geoffrey was stunned.

He looked up and saw the faint glimmer of malice and hatred still burning in Prudence’s eyes.

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He didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled coldly. “It seems no matter what I say, it’s useless. All I can do is make sure he’s convicted for the fight. If you’re not satisfied with that, feel free to find someone better.”

With that, Geoffrey turned and walked away.

Prudence’s gaze hardened, her fists clenched tightly. Fine, Fine. So be it.

“Mother, what happened?” Priscilla asked eagerly as Prudence walked back to the stone house.

“I won’t beg him. I don’t believe there’s anything money can’t solve,” Prudence replied darkly.

“He refuses to help?” Priscilla’s face paled.

“He’s an outsider after all,” Prudence said, slowly sitting down. She turned to Braden and reassured him, “You rest here. I’ll bring a doctor tomorrow to treat your wounds. In five days, I’ll get you out of here.

“Five days?” Braden moaned, “I don’t want to stay here for a minute longer. The food is horrible, there’s not even soup.”

“I’ll bring you some soup tonight,” Priscilla quickly said.

Vance, uninterested, muttered, “What’s so special? It’s just a few more days. This isn’t a prison; there are people watching. You’re perfectly safe.”

“Watch how you speak!” Priscilla snapped, glaring at him. “You weren’t saying anything earlier when you should have helped, and now you’re talking too much. Useless!”

Vance, fed up with Priscilla, glared back. When he had married her, she was composed and elegant, but now, all he saw was a sharp–tongued, petty woman. Over the years, her true nature had come out.

this how

heir of the Langley family. Who knew he would turn out to be so

much help, had

somber, tense atmosphere during dinner.

meal. After a long day of inspecting the businesses, she was tired and sat down to eat when she arrived.

Clark entered, the atmosphere

to your clothes? Is that blood? Did they bully you at the Parliamentary Library?”

had seen the blood, but since there were no visible injuries, she assumed it wasn’t Clark’s

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own limits? Grandmother didn’t want. you to go because she knew your weak character. You went through the

should have been a great honor, the way people at the Parliamentary Library looked down on him made him feel miserable. Now, hearing Priscilla’s words, he felt even more

back door? Wasn’t it you who begged your father to help Vance and your son go through the back door? If the one going to the Parliamentary Library was that good–for–nothing, would you still

table, glaring at Geoffrey. “Do you just let her speak

always disliked Isolde, now found himself increasingly frustrated with Priscilla. He had long wanted to reprimand her, but his position and the family situation made

and coldly say, “Eat your food. This is adult business. What does a

given Isolde, and it almost carried the tone of a father scolding his

an

like she could choke on

“What’s with the blood?”

on my way back to the Parliamentary Library today. He was bleeding, and I got some of

“Were you very late?”

looking defeated, replied, “I only arrived at

go wrong. You can

ruined, but they made me an Imperial Scholar-

Isolde, who had been eating with her head down, startled at the sound, lifting

you have?” Priscilla spat, her voice

say anything, continuing to

on with