The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 375 Your Share

Before dinner, Garrett called Isolde into the study.

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“Snowy,” he said, his voice heavy, “You’ve heard about Natasha’s condition, haven’t you? Seated in the grand chair behind his desk, the usual warmth on his face had vanished, replaced by a look of weariness and helplessness.

Isolde had only ever seen Garrett as a strong, imposing figure, always confident and in command. But now, he looked lost. The sight twisted her heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “Patricia just told me.”

Garrett let out a long sigh. “All these years, her health has never been good, but I always believed she was meant for more, that her fate wouldn’t be so cruel. She has suffered enough following me. I spent years on the battlefield while she took care of everything at home. Even when she bore our children. I wasn’t by her side. And when your mother… when that tragedy happened, she was devastated. I took her to Sinmour City. hoping she could leave the pain behind. But that place, with its harsh winds and dry air, wasn’t good for her health. Still, she insisted on staying with me, saying that as long as we were together, she felt safe. But there was no comfort there–no good food, no decent place to rest. She endured it for over a decade.

He continued, “When she heard you had returned to Argentum, she wanted to come back, too. But her body wasn’t strong enough. I told her that if she got better, I would bring her home. So she fought–she took her medicine diligently, followed every treatment. And miraculously, she did improve. I petitioned the court and got permission to return to Argentum. We made the long journey back, and she endured it all. I thought she had turned a corner. When I saw her standing up for you, taking on that woman Natasha, full of energy, I dared to hope… that maybe we had been granted a miracle.”

Isolde couldn’t hold back her tears, her heart aching unbearably.

“They call me the shield of Eryndral Empire, the backbone of our warriors. But what they don’t know is that she is my backbone. Without her… I… I don’t even know what to do.”

Isolde stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, weeping. “Grandfather, maybe there’s still a way…”

“No,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s too late. It wasn’t just the imperial doctors–Queen Mother herself came to see her. You know her skills are unmatched in Eryndral Empire. And even she said Natasha’s time was near. She left only one pill… to ensure she wouldn’t suffer when the moment comes.”

Isolde clutched onto Garrett, her tears falling onto his shoulder. A hollow emptiness spread in her chest, a pain so deep it swallowed her whole.

“Come, sit. I have something for you.” Natasha, despite her sorrow, patted Isolde’s hand with a rare seriousness.

Isolde moved to the other side and sat down, waiting in silence.

Garrett retrieved a small box from the cabinet and opened it before her. “This is Natasha’s will. She divided all her assets into eight shares–one for each of your five cousins, one for each of your uncles… and one for you. Everything is listed here. Take it.”

Isolde stared at the paper he handed her. Fresh tears brimmed in her eyes. She shook her head furiously.

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ask Patricia. She managed Natasha’s holdings and will explain everything. From now

Isolde refused,

sighed, a long, weary breath. “Take it, child. This is Natasha’s final gift to you. She can no longer plan for your

Isolde reached out and took the document, her hands

will be at the estate. If you ever miss us, you know

that, he stood, pulled open the door, and

the desk, her grief overwhelming her as

standing outside the door and had

voice choked with emotion. “Life…

tear–streaked face, her voice breaking. “I would give up everything–every

that,” Esme murmured, rarely seeing Isolde so childlike, so helpless. “She wouldn’t

through Isolde’s soul, like a winter wind stripping the last leaves from

archway in the courtyard, watching. Or at least, she tried

Isolde into her room. Christine was already

silence before Patricia finally spoke. “Garrett

it,” Isolde interrupted, lifting her head. “Divide

moved to Sinmour City, she converted most of her wealth into estates and shops. The properties she

silk merchant’s. One of the

in the Valen family. That’s why she left you the best of the best–so if the Valens ever turn on you, you won’t have to endure their scorn. You will always have a way to live freely, on your own terms.”

thought of everything, but what had she ever done for Natasha?

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