The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 157 A Scathing Rebuke for Prudence

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Prudence straightened up, her expression becoming cold and businesslike as the cut straight to the grine T know you owe Pablo your life. If you ask him, he’ll certainly help. So, I propone a deal you at Alo to speak on Braden’s behalf, and if Braden is freed, I will give you 10 million coins?

The offer was clear and straightforward, just as one would expect from Prudence–practical and extendating

Isolde listened, her lips curling into a faint, almost mocking smile. She looked at Prudence with piercing eyes, her voice sharp. “10 million coins? And where do you plan to get that kind of money?

Prudence’s voice turned frosty. “What do you mean by that?”

Isolde casually twirled a strand of red coral in her fingers, her tone dismissive. “Your money is my mothers. You’re using her wealth to tell me what to do? You’re calculating, aren’t you?”

Prudence’s smile twisted into something cruel. “Is it only your mother who has a dowry? Does Priscilla not have one?”

“Oh, she does,” Isolde replied with a sneer. “But how much would that dowry be worth when Vance has already lost enough to squander it all? I heard that the money he’s lost in Caelmont would be enough for you to remarry ten times over, is that right?”

The mention of her son was the last straw. Prudence’s face flushed with anger, her voice rising, “Such tharp tongue, such venomous words. You even insult your grandmother. Do you really think I must come to you for help?”

Isolde’s smile was cold. “If you’re not coming to me, then who? Who else could help that good–for–nothing of a son? If there were another way, you wouldn’t even have come near the Pearl Tower. You’re old, you’re sick, and yet here you are, walking straight into my den to be humiliated. Do you really think I’ll show you any mercy?”

Prudence, shaking with rage, gritted her teeth. “So, what will it be? Will you make the deal or not?

“No deal,” Isolde answered flatly, without hesitation.

Prudence stood slowly, her voice chilling. “Fine. Since Braden is to rot in prison for three years, and I’m too old and sick to help him, I’ll just have Clark return to care for me. After all, the King rules with a sense of compassion and filial piety. Surely, he will appreciate Clark’s devotion. After three years, if Clark can return to the Parliamentary Library, he will surely be promoted.”

In other words, if Braden is imprisoned for three years, Clark will never see a position in the Library either.

eyes flashing

in from the doorway, his voice dripping with tension. “What’s this? Do you

any moment now, you wouldn’t even be standing. Do you think I wouldn’t hit you? You’re old and disrespectful, stuck in your foolish ideas of legitimacy, thinking that your illegitimate offspring are ro the legitimate ones of their luck? What nonsense! I’ll tell you something–the Langley family is cursed because they married a narrow–minded, venomous, jealous woman like you. You can’t stand the firstborn son. You’re always scheming, always pressuring him. You let Priscilla run wild with the same malice, letting your own son grow up useless and dependent, a failure living off others. And you sit there, heartbroken,

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narrow–minded as you and his mother. He can’t stand anyone succeeding, but can’t do anything himself. And now you’re blaming others? Three years in prison is too kind. I swear on my life that if Clark loses his position because of you, I will personally ensure Braden is torn to pieces. I’ll

speechless, her face pale and lips trembling with fury. She wanted to retort, but no

frozen in place. This was no ordinary woman. Isolde’s words were sharp, merciless, and

out one last threat, her voice like ice. “Isolde, I swear I

what you did all those years ago. I will settle that score,

like a whip cracking in the air. She had learned how to use threats to her advantage–every victory,

pale, her heart constricting with rage. The mention of her mother’s death cut deep, and a

swayed on

Let’s go tell

shaking with fury, slowly turned and fixed him with a burning gaze. Without warning, she slapped

shock, his eyes wide with terror. He had never been struck

he whispered, his voice

twisted in rage. “Shut up! Go to Geoffrey? Are you blind to the situation? Geoffrey and that woman are in league against us! They’re trying to force us out!

her foot in frustration, her face flushed with anger. A sharp pain shot through her chest as blood rose to her throat, but she swallowed it down, trying to maintain control.

said you had a plan to deal with Geoffrey, to get him

with sorrow,

strong. Geoffrey, on the other hand, was now a person of power and influence, while her own flesh and blood, her rightful heir, was