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.

crushed under pain, leaving her exhausted, but she also felt a sense of release. “By speaking about it, the heavy burden in her heart lightened. The hate and pain still lingered, but now, she was more clear- headed, more determined to

than endlessly ruminating in her

had survived her suicide attempt reached

called the doctor

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let it go,” Matilda said, genuinely exhausted and unwilling to cause more trouble. She feared that pressing any further would cost her the

her eyes blazing with rage. “She’s the reason I’m in this mess! She ruined my life, and now she’s

do?” Matilda sighed deeply,

slowly calming herself. “There’s always a way. We’ll

busy running around for

the matter

have

head lowered, showing deference. “If you do your job

well how ruthless Isolde could be. He had completely surrendered, not for any promised rewards,

has been trying to use connections,

is my mother’s money,” Isolde responded, wincing.

work. If anything, the charges might get worse,” Esme said, sitting down and pouring herself a glass of water, sipping it slowly. “By the way, Pablo came

person Isolde had ever respected in the Valen family. He had treated her like a father would his daughter, though she

asked, her heart stirring with curiosity.

yet. It’s only noon,” Esme replied.

and said, “I’ll

asked, puzzled. “Going to read?”

in her

when he

large, intricately carved wooden desk, almost as big as a bed. On the desk were the four treasures of the study, and beside them, a sword rack

the inscription on the hilt: