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 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 leaked

unconsciousness.

brought to

impeccably maintained, not a weed in sight,

with a thud, gazing at the grave of his beloved wife. Thoughts of her tragic death,

his own blindness to it all tore at him He felt as though lifa

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The Biological Father

meaning.

bent low, sobbing

eyes cold and unfeeling, only the hatred in

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 her, leaving no trace behind. If you have any spirit left, may you never see him again in

quickly, was still unaware that Collin and Anthony had returned with news of

strange calmness. He turned to Garrett and begged, “Garrett, please…

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 let you live after what you’ve

“No, Father. If we

a position of power–if they killed him, no matter their justification, they would

can’t let him live. I can’t bear it.”

wrists, severing the tendons. Geoffrey’s arms dropped uselessly at his sides. Kolton sneered. “Let him live. Killing him

what a mess. All of

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

Prunella’s forgiveness,” Kolton said quietly, “then you need to avenge her death. Go and get justice for her. That will

speaking, Kolton turned and led Garrett away.

raised his head, his bloody fingers brushing over Prunella’s name on

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

fingers slowly pressed into the bloodied letters. “But I swear, I will atone for this. I will avenge you, Prunella. I’ll make sure she suffers. Only

wrists to hold the tendons together.

life, so he could go on,

estate was left