The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 260 Revisiting Prunella’s Room

Isolde suddenly felt an urge to go through Prunella’s belongings.

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She knew that after Prunella got married, her room had been unoccupied, While the important items had been packed away, the less significant ones were still left in the room.

She wondered if those things could reveal what her mother had been thinking before she married.

Oliver seemed to read her thoughts. He looked at her and said, “Let’s go. Let’s visit your mother’s room.”

The two were in perfect agreement.

They sneaked out quietly, Oliver naturally holding her hand as they walked, his smile stretching from ear to ear, radiating pure joy.

The room where Prunella had lived before her marriage had remained empty. After she married, she occasionally returned to her family but never stayed in that room. Instead, she chose another room. There was a reason for this, though no one knew exactly what it was.

Isolde guessed that her mother might have wanted to preserve the innocence of her pre–married self.

The courtyard was overgrown with vines that clung to the walls. A few roses bloomed extravagantly in the corners. Aside from the vines, the other plants in the courtyard were well–maintained. Chrysanthemums flourished in one corner, their fragrance filling the air.

The courtyard hadn’t been maintained for a long time. The paint had faded, and the sunlight filtering through the yellowing leaves cast dappled shadows, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

There was no one in the courtyard. Moss had begun to grow on the bluestone path. Isolde held Oliver’s hand as they walked along the path. She could almost see a young woman walking lightly ahead of them.

That person was no longer around, but she had once lived vividly in this courtyard.

Perhaps she wore a green dress or a red satin skirt, her embroidered shoes adorned with pearls that pecked. out from under her hem as she walked.

Perhaps she laughed among the flowers, gazed at the sky from the corridor, or even climbed onto the glazed tile roof to sit and look out at the distant lake.

Her laughter might have been like silver bells. She might have rested her hands behind her head, gazing at the sky, her heart touched by a fleeting melancholy of youth.

She had loved someone, and there were people she didn’t like, but hatred had never existed in her young heart.

Back then, she didn’t know what fate had in store for her. She was confident, believing that life would go on as she had imagined, that she would grow old hand in hand with the person she loved

However, it was hard to predict what would happen tomorrow, let alone the future.

walked through the courtyard, these thoughts inexplicably flooded

she was certain that these had been her mother’s thoughts back then.

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had faded over time, now a pale yellow

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off but not completely, leaving remnants that blended almost seamlessly with the

window frames,

in a thin layer of du seemed that the Sharp family had ordered the

a beautiful girl living

through the main room, they entered the bedroom.

that had been eaten by insects. Isolde walked over and wiped the surface with her hand. The dust was thick,

the young lady’s room, but the room of a dead person.

of the deceased might return

Isolde opened them and found them neatly organized, filled

through them. They weren’t all from the same person. There was a thick stack

scattered letters, she checked the signatures and was surprised to find that they were from Doug, Pablo, and

felt a bit awkward and turned away, pretending

subordinates of Garrett 1 back then.

hadn’t married yet, but later, his marriage was a happy one, and his wife was deeply

had their

got Prunella, but he made Prunella leave

hate him before she died? Isolde thought.

that time, Geoffrey was on the

e letters

exchanged between the two. These were letters from before Prunella’s marriage, filled with affection and tenderness, their love evident in every

she could almost see a young girl waiting eagerly and a young man striving hard to achieve military merits,

here too? Shouldn’t they have been sent to your

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fear of making a mistake, she wrote a

mother cared deeply for him,”