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.

sorrow deep

Braden with her. You say it’s not her fault, but I don’t believe you. When she dies, I

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The Eve

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Was she really dead? She had just disappeared, and it seemed impossible for her

She was dead.

why did it hurt so

slowly stood and walked

the courtyard, whipping the leaves into

utterly lost, as though his heart had

Walking n

paused for a moment outside, then entered slowly.

lantern, rushed out. Seeing him, she bowed, quickly hiding the disappointment in her eyes. “Geoffrey.”

doing here?” Geoffrey asked, but before Britney could respond, he walked right

yard, the room, the tables,

unchanged. This was where he and

the only link between

a sharp glare that

now, she

pain rising in his chest, slow and unrelenting.

abandoned to the estate from birth was nothing but a demon

nonetheless, as if a wave had suddenly struck him. Braden was dead. Prudence was leaving.

she was

a cold man?No, not to

brought back with her life. I

defiant declaration ringing in his ears.

was true her death couldn’t bring Prunella

no

trace of Isolde. Instead, they discovered the carriage at the bottom of the river.

was empty.

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