The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 362

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 362 Trash

Midnight had barely passed when the incessant pounding on the door jolted Isolde awake.

Oliver stirred beside her, his voice laced with irritation. “What the hell is going on tonight? Is no one allowed to sleep?”

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After the exhausting battles carlier, they had barely managed to fall asleep before this relentless knocking shattered the silence.

“Something has happened,” came Ee’s voice from outside.

Isolde threw on a robe and rushed to the door. Esme rarely disturbed her rest unless the matter was serious. If she had come personally, then things had taken a turn for the worse.

Could it be Cristina again? Had she attempted suicide?

Is she dead?

Isolde’s mind raced as she pulled the door open. Esme peeked in and whispered, “Get dressed. You need to come to Lamherd Chamber.”

“Did something happen to Heidi?” Isolde asked in alarm.

Lamherd Chamber was Lady Heidi’s residence. Allan had no other concubines, so if something had reached him there, it had to be serious.

“It’s not Heidi. But someone was taken there. Pablo and Margaret are there too.”

“Cristina?” Isolde guessed.

“More precisely–Cristina and William,” Esme corrected.

but didn’t ask more. She

Oliver sat up groggily.

over. But Cristina

sighed, clearly annoyed. “This again? When will

You have morning

“Father’s going?”

“Apparently.”

to go. If he’s involved,

cloak, wrapped a fur- lined scarf around her neck, and pressed a hand warmer into her palm before they stepped out.

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in their seats of authority–Allan’s face was dark with fury, while Heidi

with rage, ready to strike William. Margaret, usually composed, was now sobbing

dare to defend him?” Pablo roared, shoving Margaret aside. “This is the fine son you’ve raised! He has committed an unspeakable

stepping between them. “Father,

flushed red, and he sighed deeply. “Oliver, you have no idea what this ungrateful son of mine

disheveled, her chest partially exposed. She was shivering violently, her

hand, looked completely lost, his eyes flickering with pain, humiliation, and rage. When his gaze met Isolde’s, shame flashed across

what kind of trash are you collecting in this

sharp gaze flicked over Cristina’s face, but she didn’t show the slightest hint of remorse. Instead, she lifted her

Cristina sneered, “I will drag you down with me. Now, the entire household knows that your concubine

head up and glared at Oliver, her eyes burning with

expression twisted into one of rage

“I know nothing of this.”

all the same. You slither your own path- why must you

“Why are you blaming Oliver for this? What

Why would he appear in her chambers unless Oliver orchestrated it?” Margaret snapped back. “Tell

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