The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 182 The Biological Father

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In the days of plotting her revenge, Natasha held back every shred of emotion, fearing that even the slightest slip would ruin everything.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Esme said coldly as she stepped forward, facing Prudence. “The County Princess of Cromwell is very much alive. And she will return to watch you die a miserable death.”

When Collin had brought them back carlier, they had stood outside for a while, overhearing everything Prudence had said.

“It’s impossible. Isolde is dead,” Prudence muttered, her lips trembling, her body twitching uncontrollably on the left side. “She’s dead! Don’t try to fabricate some lie about her still being alive. She’s gone, on her way to the underworld, reunited with her bitch of a mother, Prunella.”

Anthony threw a letter in her face. “Read it. See if you recognize her handwriting.”

Prudence didn’t pick it up, letting it slip to the ground. She could vaguely make out a few words, but she had never seen Isolde’s handwriting before.

A bitter taste flooded her mouth, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her lips. Her nose began to bleed, too. The world around her seemed to fade away as dizziness overwhelmed her. Had she lost?

“Mother… Mother…” The voice of her son seemed to echo faintly in her ears. She stretched out her trembling hand but grasped nothing.

She thought she saw Natasha rising from her seat, walking toward her. That old woman still had tears on her face, tears that somehow felt more mocking than sorrowful. Prudence had always despised Natasha- wealthy, powerful, high and mighty, but pretending to be kind.

When Prunella had died, Prudence had rejoiced, seeing Natasha’s face twisted in that moment of unbearable pain.

“Take your time to die,” Natasha whispered, leaning down to Prudence’s ear. “I will live, and I’ll watch you suffer slowly until your end.”

With those words, Natasha turned and walked away with her people.

“No!” Prudence screamed, blood spattering from her mouth as she howled in rage, her body crumpling backward.

“Get a doctor, quick!” Vance shouted, his voice sharp. Clark slowly backed away, turning and leaving.

Nicole followed him out.

the doctor. Prudence had suffered a stroke. By the time the doctor arrived, she couldn’t move half of her body. After taking medicine and performing some treatments, they managed to stabilize her life, but the left side of her face drooped and saliva

unconsciousness.

brought to Prunella’s

a weed in sight, and

gazing at the grave of his beloved wife.

own blindness to it all tore at him He felt

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meaning.

bent low,

Garrett stood by, their eyes cold and unfeeling, only the hatred in their gazes burning.

the tombstone. “Prunella,” he said in a low, guttural voice, “Open your eyes from the grave and see the man you married–the man who ignored sixteen years of familial bonds and, in the end, murdered Snowy, the daughter you fought so hard to keep. He destroyed

unaware that Collin and Anthony had returned with news of Isolde being

knelt there, his face changing from utter despair to a strange calmness. He turned to Garrett

crash, and Garrett stepped on his chest, looking down at him from above, his eyes alight with fury and vengeance. “I brought you to Prunella’s grave to kill you. I would rather face punishment from the court than

“No, Father. If we kill him, our hands will be stained.”

still held a position of power–if they killed him, no matter their justification, they would face grave consequences. There was no need to stain their hands with his blood.

eyes burned with anger. “No! I can’t let him live.

Kolton sneered.

what a mess. All of them are twisted.”

at Geoffrey, whose hands bled freely. Geoffrey seemed completely unaware of it, his eyes distant, as though his soul had already left his

her death. Go and get justice for

and led Garrett away.

over

fell once again, and he laughed weakly, bitterly. “I always thought… I thought Isolde was the one who cursed you… For sixteen years, I treated her with cruelty

atone for this. I will avenge you, Prunella. I’ll make sure

shakily, tying his belt tightly around his wrists to hold

life, so he could go on,

Duke’s estate was left