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.

Finished.

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?”

kill herself? She made such a half- hearted mess of it that it accomplished nothing. If she’d caused a big enough stir, Allan might have been forced to intervene. He values his

her tracks, her eyes narrowing.

unshaken. She knew

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never truly take her own life. You said if yourself–she barely lost.

curled into a sinister smirk. “Mell,” she whispered,

late at night?

low and smooth. She whispered further instructions in Mell’s car. After a moment’s hesitation, the maid gave a sharp hod and hurried

Ningser Pavilion, Isolde returned to find Oliver waiting for

“Well?” he asked.

was all for show. The real goal was to force her way in as a concubine. You once told me

a silver platter, I wouldn’t take her. I’ll speak to Arthur about sending her back home. If she values her dignity, I can even arrange for a formal apology from a

same old grudge against you. But if she’s truly fallen for you, she won’t leave

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don’t care what she wants. She was never meant to be my concubine in the first place. If

another time,” Isolde murmured. “Talking about concubines on our wedding night really kills the

He took her hand, squeezing it

later.”

pulled her down to sit beside him.

dinner with

before I was already half–drunk. And then, people kept coming

for someone to drink with. Do you feel better now? Still

gone,” Oliver

of sobering soup.” She studied his face, noting the redness

“I

stepped out and ordered Miniro to fetch the

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