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.

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

unconsciousness.

Geoffrey was brought to Prunella’s

was impeccably maintained, not a weed in sight, and fresh flowers bloomed in

at the grave of

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

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meaning.

bent low,

eyes cold and unfeeling, only

married–the man who ignored sixteen years of

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

changing from utter despair to a strange calmness. He turned to

his eyes alight with fury and vengeance. “I brought you to Prunella’s grave to kill you. I would rather face

If we kill him, our hands will

killed him, no matter their justification, they would face grave consequences. There was no

with anger. “No! I can’t let him

the sword from his father and, with one swift motion, sliced through Geoffrey’s wrists, severing the tendons. Geoffrey’s arms dropped uselessly at his sides. Kolton sneered. “Let him live. Killing him would only make him a martyr. Let him

flared up again. “This family… what a mess. All of them are

Geoffrey seemed completely unaware of it, his eyes

avenge her death. Go and get justice for her. That will be your

and led Garrett away.

slowly raised his head, his bloody fingers brushing over

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. I ignored her, never caring… But now I know… I was

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

his belt tightly around his wrists to hold the tendons together. His

so he could go on, live on, and seek

was left in