The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 175 The Estate Catches Fire

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When Princess Aveline heard that Isolde had met with an accident, she rushed over with Lord Garraway.

She began recounting everything that had happened to Isolde–starting from her time at Wolf Mountain all the way through the schemes and manipulations by Matilda and Prudence. She spared no detail, telling Garrett and Natasha everything she knew.

After finishing, the Princess turned her fiery gaze on Geoffrey. “That day, you came to me and asked if Oliver had been harmed. I thought you were concerned about Isolde, so I told you the truth. But you used that as an excuse to declare that Isolde was a curse and decided to send her away overnight. Geoffrey, you’ve truly disappointed me. You’re despicable.”

Geoffrey was silent, the weight of her words sinking into him.

Everyone was blaming him now, calling her innocent. But had they seen her kill, seen her rage, seen her claws unsheathed? Would they still call her innocent?

Slowly, Geoffrey stood up. He raised his hand in a resigned gesture, and with an almost indifferent expression, he said, “Thank you for caring about Isolde, but… she isn’t worth it.”

With that, he turned and walked out.

Garrett, listening to the Princess’s recount, was barely holding his fury in check. But when he heard Geoffrey’s dismissive words, his temper finally snapped. He grabbed a blade and rushed forward, ready to

strike.

But before anything could happen, Natasha suddenly collapsed with a soft thud. She had been pushed. her limits, and the anger had taken its toll. Garrett dropped the blade in panic and rushed to catch her, -pulling her into his arms.

Outside, the night air felt like ice against Geoffrey’s skin. His feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, each step heavier than the last.

He left the gates of the estate, then slowly turned, stepping back. His gaze locked on the grand entrance, his mind flashing back to twenty–six years ago.

There, at the same entrance, he had ridden a white horse, dressed in a brilliant red wedding robe, to meet the woman he had loved most in this world. A matchmaker held a red umbrella over her as she walked toward the flower palanquin, her phoenix grown and red silk embroidered with intricate patterns–each thread a source of pure joy to him.

gates, a foolish smile on his face, as if the bride were still walking down toward him.

a deep emptiness. The scene in front of him now was nothing but desolation–an autumn wind,

Everything had changed.

heart, he climbed onto his horse, but for the first time, he

finally returned to the Duke’s estate, he saw flames shooting high into the

back to reality with shock, and he quickly dismounted and ran inside. Chaos reigned within the estate. He grabbed one of the servants

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servant stammered in panic. Blesertin’s caught

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beat. Without a moment’s hesitation, he

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than they could contain. The servants had already called for the fire brigade, but they had yet to

of the building, surrounded by Priscilla, Matilda, and three

her side, asking

surprising strength, her sickly appearance gone. She was speaking with the last of her breath, “Geoffrey, please, please call Someone to save Braden. He’s still inside… he hasn’t made

she sobbed uncontrollably. Priscilla, beside her, was wailing as well. “Braden!

jumped up, intent on rushing into the fire. But Vance

already been inside. “Has anyone gone in to save

with Clark, Vance said, his voice strained. “I made it out, but Clark’s still in there.

soot. Clark’s clothes were burning, and he

to help him up. His voice was frantic

bedroom was too fierce, we couldn’t get through. At first, we could hear someone calling for help, but… after a while, the sound stopped.”

hearing this, went pale and

into the inferno, Michelle and Martha held her back, desperately trying

It’s too dangerous!” Martha cried, hugging Priscilla

Braden! You were trying

face twisted with rage and heartbreak. He shoved Vance aside and rushed toward

Each wave of scorching air felt like it was melting his skin. His face and body burned as the heat seared into his clothes. He soaked his shirt in the well water and covered his