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.

He’s still your husband. Is this how you speak to

felt a pang of frustration. She had married Vance because he was the legitimate heir of the Langley family. Who knew he would turn

had never been much help, had been condescending, always

had a somber,

also joined the meal. After a long day of inspecting the businesses, she was tired and sat

entered, the atmosphere grew even

clothes? Is that blood? Did they bully you at

noticed until now. Isolde had seen the blood, but since there were no visible injuries, she assumed it wasn’t Clark’s blood and didn’t question it.

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

an Imperial Scholar–Apprentice should have been a great honor, the way people at the Parliamentary

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 be sitting here and mocking

her fork on the table, glaring at Geoffrey. “Do you just let her speak like this?”

had 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 it hard to

and coldly say, “Eat your

gentlest reprimand Geoffrey had ever given Isolde, and it almost carried

an air of obedience.

she could choke on her anger.

looked at Clark. “What’s with the blood?”

on my way back to the Parliamentary Library today. He was bleeding, and I got some of it on me. I didn’t have time to go back and change.”

“Were

only arrived at the Parliamentary Library around

if things go wrong. You can always

they made me an Imperial Scholar- Apprentice.

screeched. Isolde, who had been eating with her head down, startled at the sound, lifting her head to see Priscilla’s face

Imperial Scholar–Apprentice? What qualifications do you have?” Priscilla spat, her voice sharp

she didn’t say anything, continuing to eat and

on with