The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 335 A Summons from Allan

Margaret’s face was stiff, her grip tightening around the silk handkerchief in her hand.

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Agnes, visibly enraged, scoffed, “Mother, did you hear her? She just married in and already acts like she doesn’t answer to you!“,

Margaret slowly stood, casting Cristina a cold glance. “Enough. Stop making a scene. It won’t do you any good.”

Agnes hesitated, frowning. “What do you mean, Mother? Are you saying Cristina becoming a concubine is just wishful thinking?”

Margaret’s gaze darkened with disappointment as she looked at Agnes. “I warned you before–stay out of household matters. If you meddle again, don’t expect your maiden home to welcome you back.”

Cristina suddenly snapped, her voice chilling. “What are you saying?”

She looked shaken, as though it had never occurred to her that Margaret wouldn’t take her side.

Margaret sighed, her tone carrying the weight of exhaustion. “Cristina, what you did tonight was reckless. Even if you had actually died, you’d be the only one who suffered. Isolde just married into the family Attempting suicide on her wedding night–no matter the reason–looks like coercion. If word spreads, it

won’t be her reputation that suffers. It will be yours.”

With that, Margaret turned and walked away.

Cristina stared at Agnes, letting out a hollow, bitter laugh as tears welled in her eyes. “So this was your brilliant plan?”

Agnes exhaled slowly. “Who could have predicted this outcome?”

She glanced at the few drops of blood staining the floor and muttered, “That’s all?”

Cristina shot her a cold glare. “What, did you actually want me dead?”

“Of course not,” Agnes murmured. Then, looking at Cristina’s disheveled, feverish face, she shook her head. “Forget it. Get some rest. We’ll think of something else.”

As she stepped outside, her expression twisted with frustration.

“What a useless fool,” she spat under her breath.

Mell, her trusted maid from the Felton family, followed closely. “What happened?”

of it that it accomplished nothing. If she’d caused a big enough stir, Allan might have been forced to intervene. He values his reputation, after all. There was a real chance he’d have declared her a concubine just to avoid scandal. Now all we’ve done is irritate Mother,

stopped in her tracks, her eyes

so unshaken. She knew Cristina was faking it. She

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would never truly take her own life. You

lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Mell,” she whispered, leaning in, “go and fetch some arsenic.

draining of color. “This late at night? Where am I

voice low and smooth. She whispered further instructions in Mell’s car. After a moment’s hesitation,

to find Oliver waiting

“Well?” he asked.

it was all for show. The real goal was to force her way in as a concubine. You once told me Cristina had tried to cozy up

meant it, but she certainly acted like it,” Oliver said grimly. “Regardless, even if she were gifted to me on a silver platter, I wouldn’t take her. I’ll

grudge against you. But

gave a wry smile. Rosemary really had a way of

She was never meant to be my concubine in the first place. If it comes to it, I’ll petition the palace for an official

Isolde murmured. “Talking about

tense shoulders relaxed. He took her hand, squeezing it lightly. “You’re right. We’ll deal with it

later.”

to sit beside him. “Have

I had dinner with

drinking. It wasn’t long before I was already half–drunk. And then, people kept coming over for

“Not just you. I also thought he was just looking for someone to drink with. Do you feel better now? Still have a headache?”

gone,” Oliver admitted.

She studied his face, noting the

good,” he admitted. “I don’t want to

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