The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 190 Finally Meeting.

Prudence writhed in agony on the bed, scratching at her body and face with frantic hands. Soon, her skin was covered in angry red scratches, blood trickling down her neck and face. She gasped and growled through gritted teeth, her eyes full of hatred, fixated on the distant figure of Isolde, who was already walking

away.

“You wretch…” She screamed with all the strength she could muster, her voice raw and filled with rage.

The servant, seeing the blood, rushed forward. “Prudence, please, stop scratching, you’re bleeding“”

Prudence forced herself up, only to collapse back down in exhaustion. Her lips were torn open, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, but the burning itch that consumed her entire body–starting from her feet to her head–could not be relieved. It felt like every inch of her skin was on fire.

The itching, however, wasn’t just discomfort–it was excruciating, especially on her face. The spots where the medicine had spilled were swelling up, and the pain was unbearable, sharp like fire, gnawing into her bones. No matter how hard she scratched, she couldn’t reach the itch, and it drove her close to the edge of madness.

From the main house, faint, tormented growls and shrieks could be heard. The servant hurried to fetch a doctor, who quickly advised a cleansing procedure and prescribed an antidote.

“Increase the dosage… Prudence hissed through clenched teeth, her body trembling with pain. “Keep it going for several more days.”

Meanwhile, in the Pearl Tower, Isolde was preparing herself. She was heading to the Sharp family.

“Isolde, they’ve called a doctor for her, Ryker entered the room, his expression neutral.

“Let them,” Isolde replied, inspecting her exhausted reflection in the copper mirror. “Even if they’ve called a doctor, it won’t matter tomorrow.”

Ryker chuckled darkly. “Indeed. The poison I gave her isn’t so easy to neutralize. Even if they manage to counteract it, she’ll suffer for quite some time–itching down to the bone. It’s pure agony.”

Isolde smirked. “Every day, I want her to suffer. Twelve hours a day with no peace, no relief. But as much as I want her to suffer, I’ll let her live. Just enough to prolong her torment.”

“Honestly, I think it’d be kinder to just kill her,” Ryker said with a shrug.

“Die so easily?” Isolde’s voice was cold as ice, her eyes hardening. “Not after everything we’ve been through. No, we’ll make her suffer as we did, for every wound, for every tear.”

She piled on a heavy layer of powder, covering the fatigue on her face. She didn’t want Garrett and Natasha to see her looking so worn.

instructed. “I’ll change into something more

She wanted Garrett and Natasha to see her at her best,

out but had likely been picked up by the maids. Her wardrobe was never full, and since she had been sent back to Windermount, only two

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of the imposing gates

pulled back the curtain.

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at the grandiose gates of the Sharp family estate. Two mighty stone statues stood guard on either

the carriage halted, one of the guards stepped forward and said, “Apologies, but Great Marshal Sharp

had returned to Argentum, and his door was closed to all visitors–countless guests waited in line outside, their carriages lined up down the street, all hoping

Harrison, had once been his fierce subordinates. So

with them loads of gifts–an endless procession of items meant to curry favor. Their manners were impeccable,

in, regardless of

speaking politely. “Sir, could you please let him know that it’s….

waved her off dismissively. “Go back. Go back. Great Marshal

message to him? Tell him that his granddaughter, Miss Langley, has

moment, clearly unsure. He

Isolde

nodding. “This is

immediately recognize her. But Isolde’s name

not wanting to make a mistake, said, “Please, wait here. I’ll

hurried inside and made his way to Natasha’s chambers, where Esme and Noelle were

his breath, “there’s a woman outside claiming to be Miss

Natasha, having just taken medicine for a burning stomach, slowly stood up, her body weak but her mind alert. “Is she really here? Where is

have Esme go check for

rushed out, and before long, they returned with Isolde in

she saw Isolde approaching with graceful steps. The moment Natasha caught sight of her, tears welled up in her eyes.

she had once seen in Prunella. The grace in her step, the light in