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.

face turned hard with fury, her eyes flashing

doorway, his voice dripping with tension. “What’s this? Do you plan to lay your hands

tell you something–the Langley family is cursed because they married a narrow–minded, venomous,

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less your blood! Why is Braden in prison? Because he committed a crime! He’s as poisonous and 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

of Isolde’s words hit like a storm, leaving Prudence speechless, her face pale and lips trembling

was no ordinary woman. Isolde’s words were sharp, merciless, and now,

one last threat, her voice like

I will never spare you. The grudge of a son killed by his mother–that is unforgivable. Don’t think I don’t know what you did all

the air. She had learned how to

a son killed by his mother,” turned pale, her heart constricting with rage. The mention of her mother’s death cut deep, and

Prudence swayed on her feet,

Let’s go tell Brother,” Vance suggested urgently, coming

her body shaking with fury, slowly turned and fixed him with a burning gaze. Without warning, she slapped him across the face with all her strength.

shock, his eyes wide with terror. He had never been struck by his mother before–not

he whispered, his voice trembling.

that woman are in league against us!

flushed with anger. A sharp pain shot through her chest as blood rose to her throat, but she swallowed it down, trying

panic, stammered, “Then what do we do? You just said you had a plan to deal with Geoffrey, to get him

sorrow, looked

who, despite her hardships, had come back strong. Geoffrey, on the other hand, was now a person of power and influence, while her own flesh