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 dangerously. “You… stop right

but before either could speak, Vance barged in from the doorway, his voice dripping with tension. “What’s this?

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

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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

words hit like a storm, leaving Prudence speechless, her face pale

in place. This was no ordinary woman. Isolde’s words were sharp, merciless, and now, even Prudence herself was reduced to

long moment of trembling, Prudence managed to force out one last threat, her voice like ice. “Isolde, I swear I will make you pay for this.”

breath. Whether you let me go or not, 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 those years ago.

stood tall, her words like a whip cracking in the air. She had learned how to use threats

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

swayed on her feet, nearly

witch is pure poison. Let’s go tell

shaking with fury, slowly turned and fixed him with a burning gaze.

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

whispered, his voice

teeth, her face 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! How could you be so foolish? How could I give birth to such a

her face flushed with anger. A sharp pain shot through her chest as blood

stammered, “Then what do we do? You just said you had a plan to deal with Geoffrey, to get him to give Braden the hereditary title. What

heavy with sorrow, looked at him–helpless, lost.

hardships, had come back strong. Geoffrey, on the other hand, was now