The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 202 Harlan Wakes Up

After Isolde left Paletein Manor, she made her way to Garrett’s estate,

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Before she could even step inside. Britney rushed out to meet her. The moment he saw her, his face lit up with excitement. “Lady Isolde! I was just about to head out to find you! Harlan’s awake!

Isolde’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t contain her excitement and rushed inside, eager to see him.

Harlan had just regained consciousness. There had been no warning before he woke up.

The manservant had entered to wipe his face, and as he did so, Harlan’s eyes suddenly shot open, catching the servant completely off guard.

The servant quickly rushed out to call for help, while Patricia ordered someone to go get Sadie and decided to visit him herself.

When Harlan woke, he wasn’t quite himself–still groggy, as if lost in a haze. When Patricia asked him a question, he looked at her blankly, not recognizing her, as though he couldn’t remember anything that had happened.

She sighed softly. I’m afraid he’s just been asleep for too long. His mind’s a bit foggy right now.”

Isolde stormed in like a whirlwind, completely ignoring formalities. She dashed straight to the bed, and when she saw Harlan’s eyes open for real, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Harlan, you’re back with us.”

Harlan looked at her, his eyes brightening immediately. It was as if all his memories came flooding back. His lips trembled slightly as he asked, “Are you…. alright?”

“I’m fine!” Isolde quickly greeted her aunt before sitting down by the bed.

When Patricia saw her, she smiled warmly. “Good, you’re here. Talk to him–he didn’t seem to remember much just now.”

“Thank you, Auntie!” Isolde responded, grateful.

Patricia reached out and affectionately ruffled Isolde’s forehead before heading out with the maids.

Harlan’s gaze flickered between Isolde and Patricia’s retreating figure. His hands shot up in excitement. “I remember! It’s Patricia! Great Marshal is back, right?”

“Yes, Grandpa’s back Isolde smiled, watching his excitement, but then gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Now, lie back down. You’re not fully recovered yet.”

Harlan muttered, his voice low, “That’s good, that’s really good. No one will bully you anymore.”

heart ached a little. She blinked, then replied, “No one’s ever been able to

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the past. I don’t even remember, Isolde said gently.

face was pale, his speech weak as if he could hardly breathe. Not long ago, he had been the strong, imposing figure at Duke’s

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thick with shock. His eyes, which had been fluttering shut from exhaustion, snapped open once

“I’ll

her properly, I promise.” Isolde gently pressed the corner of the blanket down. “But don’t say anything right now.

fought a battle. His body seemed completely spent.

useless…”

him. “No, Harlan. You’re

darkened, and slowly, he closed them again.

She whispered, “I’ve been fine all along. If you’re

she quietly left the room.

a long, shaky breath. After a while, he exhaled, but his breath came out choked, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He turned on his side, not moving any further.

the faint sound, turned back, her heart aching for

she spotted Marley and Jessica.

eyes, looking at her almost in awe. His lips

woken up, he hadn’t seen Isolde. She’d been recuperating, and it was only today, when her condition had improved, that Jessica helped her

“You’re here now, just like your mother would’ve wanted. She was always. so excited to see you, but she… she never got to hold

her throat, her

breath and forced herself to speak without breaking down. “Marley, Mom’s always been with me. She’s

Marley’s hands trembled as he gripped

please don’t cry. You should be happy. Lady Isolde would want to

I really am!” Marley sniffled, wiping his tears away. His voice was thick with emotion. “But when I think about Lady… my heart just…

him. She lowered her eyes, hiding the tears that welled up. “The wind’s strong. Auntie. You should go inside and rest. I’ll

that, she

she leaned against a pillar in the corridor,

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