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.

your husband. Is this how

because he was the legitimate heir of the Langley family. Who knew he would turn out to be so useless?

never been much help, had been condescending, always putting

had a somber, tense

also joined the meal. After a long day of inspecting the

atmosphere grew even stranger.

you

everyone turn to look, but no one had noticed until now. Isolde had seen the blood, but since there were no visible injuries, she

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you know your own limits? Grandmother didn’t want. you to go because she knew your weak character. You went through the back door, and of course,

bad mood. Although being appointed as an Imperial Scholar–Apprentice should have been a great honor, the way people at the

your son go through the back door? If the one going to the Parliamentary Library was that

the table, glaring at Geoffrey. “Do you

frustrated with Priscilla. He had long wanted to reprimand her, but his position and the family situation made it hard to do so. Now, Isolde’s retort suited

secretly relished the moment, Priscilla’s question made him look up at Isolde and coldly say, “Eat your food. This is adult business.

Geoffrey had ever given Isolde, and it almost carried the tone of a father scolding his daughter.

sighed, “Understood,” with an air of obedience.

feeling like she

at Clark. “What’s with the blood?”

He was bleeding, and I

“Were

only arrived at

chimed in, “It doesn’t matter if things go wrong. You can always return to your business.”

they made me an Imperial Scholar-

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

What qualifications do you have?” Priscilla spat, her voice sharp and

she didn’t say anything, continuing to eat and letting Priscilla

on with