The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 389 The Collapse

Feished

Oliver held onto Isolde, practically carrying her into the carriage. As the driver set the wheels into motion, she leaned against him, her breath shallow, yet the pain seeped into her very bones, creeping through her body like a slow, consuming poison.

For a long while, she said nothing. Then, Imally, a single sentence left her lips, barely above a whisper. “Wasn’t there supposed to be another month?”

Oliver tightened his hold on her, his voice breaking. “It wasn’t your grandmother… It was your father. He he took his own life to expose the truth”

A numbing cold washed over Isolde. She did not speak. She did not cry. She did not even breathe.

Oliver gripped her tightly, rubbing warmth into her frozen skin. “He was at peace when he left. He said… he had long awaited this end.

His hands brushed her cheeks, her eyes–dry, lifeless.

Letting her go, he grasped her shoulders, searching her face. “Isolde, if you’re in pain, cry. Let it out.

Her expression twisted into something unreadable. “Why should I be in pain? Everyone knows I hated him. Why should I grieve?”

“Don’t do this,” Oliver whispered, his heart aching. “Keeping it inside will only hurt you more.”

“I’m not sad.” She sat up straighter, pressing a hand to her chest. This… was the best ending for him.”

But something was wrong. A tightness coiled in her lungs, and no matter how deeply she inhaled, she couldn’t fill them. Darkness edged her vision.

She gasped, but the air refused to reach her. Then, without warning, her body went limp, collapsing forward.

Oliver caught her just in time. “Isolde! Isolde!”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she forced a fragile smile. I’m fine… perhaps the dampness of the cell got to

me.”

teeth chattering. Clutching his sleeve, she tried to smile, but the words that escaped her lips sounded foreign, as

are both orphans now. No father, no mother.”

have me. You will

She pressed a hand to her chest, eyes wide with distress. “I know I should… but I don’t know why–it hurts. It hurts

at the corner of her lips. He ripped

call him I didn’t

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carriage skidded to a halt at the Bourbon estate, Oliver was already rushing out, Isolde limp

he shouted

and Rosemary burst from the house. Seeing his blood–smeared face, and folde’s unconscious form, Johmathan’s voice turned grave. “Take her

swiftly ordered the servants, Prepare a room. Bring

the bed,

ashen face. “She found out

voice laced with sorrow. “He didn’t have to do this

head. “A son denouncing his mother is a crime in itself, even if justice was served. And to accuse a deceased parent…

medical kit in hand.

Isolde’s wrist. But the moment she

twisted. “What is

pulse is chaotic–severe toxin

said urgently, “Mother, go to the palace. Ask the Queen Mother for

paled. “Is it

firm.

his fists. “I’ll go. I’ll get

turned, she stopped him. “One more thing–if the

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“Estranogen? That poison?

“Why would she need