The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 How Many More Must You Kill?

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Steven had arrived on horseback, and Geoffrey ordered a servant to bring out the horses. He casually asked, “Garrett’s back, but what about Natasha?”

“She’s back as well, along with several generals, Steven replied.

Geoffrey, though, harbored a secret dread for Natasha.

She wasn’t strict with him–not in the least. In fact, she treated him as though he were her own son. But that kind of maternal tenderness, that soft warmth–it was something Geoffrey couldn’t bear.

After Prunella’s death, Natasha had never once reproached him; instead, she’d comforted him, even when her own heart was breaking. But every time he saw her sitting alone on the chair in the hallway, her face filled with quiet sorrow, it twisted something deep inside him. It was a feeling he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t bear it, couldn’t stand her grief.

As they rode towards the Sharp family estate, Geoffrey thought, She must want to see me.

Back in Argentum, Natasha would summon him for anything, even something as trivial as a good meal. She always made him feel like part of the Sharp family.

But now, looking at Steven and the two aides behind him, the atmosphere was far more serious than he anticipated.

The Sharp family estate wasn’t far from the Duke’s mansion, only a short ride away. By the time they arrived, Garrett’s entourage had just reached the estate gates.

Geoffrey quickly dismounted and moved forward to help Garrett off his horse. Garrett shot him a quick glance and grumbled, “I’m not that old, Geoffrey. I don’t need help just yet.”

Geoffrey gave a nervous chuckle. “Garrett, you come back and don’t even bother letting me know? At least so I can meet you at the gates.”

“How could I trouble you, Geoffrey?” Garrett snorted..

Geoffrey straightened up, his expression neutral. He knew very well that Garrett had never liked him. From the day Prunella had decided to marry him, their relationship had been fraught with tension. It was only out of respect for Prunella that they managed to tolerate each other.

a few attendants, slowly descended from the carriage. Geoffrey hurried forward.

with emotion.

in a choked voice, I’m fine…

that would never heal.

it a

hand. “Come inside. Harlan has

“Harlan… hurt?” His voice was barely above

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his hand dismissively. “Get

looked at Geoffrey. “Come to my room

of course,” Geoffrey

Harlan in Wamond Vale. He said Snowy–Isolde–fell off the cliff. Do you know where he was taking her?”

falling from the Wamond Vale cliff hit him like a thunderclap, a freezing wave of horror. His heart pounded as he gritted out. “Where

injured. He’s unconscious,”

and lifeless, his body covered in deep cuts and bruises. His hands. face, and even ears were marred with small but vicious wounds. It

did this happen? How…?” Geoffrey whispered, his mind racing with questions, each one darker than

A knife wound–meaning something had happened along the way. Had they been ambushed on their journey back? The sheer brutality of the attack made it

mean

bandits and the

curse. Even Harlan, her closest ally, was now nearly dead because

had stood by his side. They’d fought together, lost everything together–now Harlan lay dying, a casualty of the very woman Geoffrey

scream. You’ve even

send him back to Duke’s estate, Geoffrey said, stepping forward to intervene.

military doctors with me. Do you think I should just cart him

reluctantly agreeing, followed Garrett

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