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.”

sleeve, she tried to smile, but the words

are both orphans now. No

me. You will

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

at me. Oliver’s panic soared as he saw the trickle of blood at the corner of her lips.

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the carriage skidded to a halt at the Bourbon estate, Oliver

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

the servants, Prepare a room. Bring blankers

bed, Rosemary

Isolde’s ashen face. “She found

her voice laced with sorrow. “He didn’t have

a crime in itself, even if justice was served. And to accuse a deceased parent… it

arrived, medical kit in hand. Oliver stepped aside

took Isolde’s wrist. But the moment

twisted. “What is

expression darkened. “Her pulse is chaotic–severe toxin in her blood.

she said urgently, “Mother, go to the

face paled. “Is it

firm. “Yes. Very,”

fists. “I’ll go.

Sadie said. Just as he turned, she stopped him. “One more thing–if the Queen Mother has an Estranogen Pill, take that too.”

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sharply. “Estranogen? That poison? Why?”

chest tightened. “Why would she need that?”