The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 177 The Eve of the Explosion

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Everything Isolde had entrusted to Collin was handled flawlessly. As for Vincenzo, the night Isolde left Argentum, he was already taken away by Hattie. Neither of them knew what was happening in Argentum.

Following Collin’s instructions, Garrett sent his men southward in pursuit. His soldiers were trained for swift movement, and if Braden had truly gone south, they would surely catch up with him.

Miraculously, Prudence seemed to recover after Brader’s death. Saying she was fully healed would be an exaggeration, but she could stand and walk a few steps in the courtyard.

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With Blesertin burned to the ground, she temporarily moved into Caraston Chamber but had a new made that read “Blesertin” and had it placed in front of her new home, replacing the Caraston Chamber sign. In essence, she was still living in Blesertin.

The estate and the shops had all been sold, and the money was now securely in her hands.

One day, she called Geoffrey to meet her.

This Duke’s estate… I can’t stay here any longer. Everything here is a painful reminder, a stab to the heart. I’ll return to Caelmont for a while. After I leave, someone must manage this place. Let Matilda handle it. It’s all in the past. She did give you a son and a daughter, after all,” Prudence said, her face full of sorrow.

Geoffrey stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re leaving?”

Prudence’s tears flowed again. “If I don’t die, I might as well leave. With Braden gone, my heart is half–dead too. The Langley family was always destined to lose one. Now that it’s him, I’ll accept it. But how can I stay here when he died trying to protect me? I know you’re dutiful. After I leave, don’t take Nicole and Martha with you. Let them stay here and let you handle their marriages. Once everything is settled, write to me and arrange for their parents to come and take them back.”

Geoffrey, knowing how much she loved Braden, understood her grief. He nodded solemnly. “Mother, don’t worry. I’ll take care of the girls‘ marriages.”

Prudence gave a brief nod, her voice softening. “As for Clark, if he can still return to the Parliamentary Library, see what you can do. But Vance’s son is dead, so forget about the adoption. Just inform the family. He still calls you ‘uncle,‘ doesn’t he?”

Geoffrey replied quietly, “Yes,”

Prudence’s tone turned mournful again. “Braden never married, so don’t make a big deal of his funeral. Find a quiet spot and bury him there. The two servants who died with him should be buried alongside him. to keep him company.”

Geoffrey looked at her, surprised. “You won’t wait to bury Braden first?”

Prudence wiped her tears, shaking her head. “No, I can’t wait. How could I, the mother, bury my son? T frail body. I have it because Braden died to save me. Though I have no desire to live, I cannot let it be in

vain.

of sorrow deep

is uncertain. But I doubt she’ll survive. Don’t blame yourself. This is her destiny. The day she dies, she’ll take Braden with her.

Sal, 15 Mar

The Eve of

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had closed in on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Was she really dead? She had just disappeared, and it seemed impossible for her

She was dead.

did it hurt

stood and walked out.

through the courtyard, whipping the leaves into a

as though his heart had disappeared entirely–leaving him

Walking n

paused for a

rushed out. Seeing him, she bowed, quickly hiding the disappointment in her

before Britney could respond, he walked right past her and into the

room, the

it was unchanged. This was where he

link between them

had been wild, arrogant, rude, with a sharp glare that

now, she was

a pain rising in his chest, slow and

care about her life or death. The girl who had been abandoned to

suddenly struck him. Braden was dead.

she was dead

a cold man?No, not to anyone. Not to anyone

with

hear her defiant

her death couldn’t

was true–her death left him with no reason

men had searched for three or four days but found no trace of Isolde. Instead,

was empty.

their own people to search along the route–alive or dead, they demanded to see