The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 143 First Meeting

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Esme reached out and gently tapped three times on her forehead. “It’s okay, go back to sleep,” she said.

Isolde chuckled softly. “I’m not a three–year–old.”

Esme smiled. “It’s an old custom. When you have nightmares, you tap your forehead to drive away the bad thoughts in your head.”

Isolde had far too many thoughts swirling in her mind. In the days following her rebirth, she had always been strong, but the darkness of the night had a way of making her weak.

“Would you like to know what nightmare I had?” she asked softly.

“Go ahead, tell me,” Esme replied.

She shifted slightly, saying, “Lie down here, and I’ll tell you.”

Esme hesitated but eventually sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Alright, but Nurse is here.”

In the dim light, Isolde’s face appeared ethereal, like a flower that had been isolated from the world, her pain hidden deep in her eyes, layers of it that nobody could quite understand.

“I dreamed that I didn’t break off my engagement with William. I compromised, let Eleanor become his concubine, and married into the Valen family. At first, everything seemed perfect. I thought everyone treated me well. But the scheming began the moment I entered the Valen family. “I went with William to the battlefield, helping him build his legacy. Oliver died saving me, and Doug was ruined by Milton, dying tragically…”

Isolde’s voice was particularly clear in the stillness of the night, her body trembling as she relived her past life. “My unborn child was cruelly ripped from me and thrown into a fire. I watched it happen, helpless, the pain was unbearable. “I felt like I had no choice but to throw myself into the fire. I didn’t even know whether the child was a boy or a girl…”

Her voice hitched as she gasped between sobs, her body shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. The events of her past life felt like they had happened just yesterday, the pain still raw and the hatred barely suppressed, waiting to explode. “The agony and ugliness of it all made her feel as though she was in hell.

Esme placed her warm hand on Isolde’s forehead, steadying her.

“It’s alright. It’s all in the past now. It was just a nightmare,” Esme’s voice was hoarse, as though she had been crying herself.

felt a sense of release. “By speaking about it, the heavy burden in her heart lightened. The hate and pain still lingered,

was better than endlessly ruminating

Nicole had survived her suicide attempt reached Normont Chamber the

who had called the doctor and saved Nicole, looked almost feral in

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genuinely exhausted and unwilling to cause more trouble. She feared that pressing any further would cost her the

her fists, her eyes blazing with rage. “She’s the reason I’m in this mess! She ruined my life, and now she’s still alive–how can I just let it go? If she doesn’t die, I

what can you do?” Matilda sighed

a deep breath, slowly calming herself. “There’s always a way. We’ll find a way”

been busy running around for

to discuss the matter

responded, “We have some leads.”

showing deference. “If you do your job well, I won’t

ruthless Isolde could be. He had completely surrendered, not for any promised rewards, but for the hope that she wouldn’t revisit his past transgressions. He wanted to live, to protect

Ryker away, Esme entered, smiling as she said, “Vance has been trying to use connections, spending a lot of money.”

of that is my mother’s money,”

and expect it to work. If anything, the charges might get worse,” Esme said, sitting down and pouring herself a glass of water,

Isolde had ever respected in the Valen family. He had treated her like a father would his daughter, though she had heard rumors about his infatuation with her

asked, her

yet. It’s only

up and said, “I’ll go to his study.”

asked, puzzled. “Going

flicker of excitement in her eyes. This thought had

when he

was lined with bookshelves, and in front of the door stood a large, intricately carved wooden desk, almost as big as a bed. On

noticing the inscription on the hilt: “To my