The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebim

Chapter 390 Call Him Father

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Isolde drifted between fire and ice–one moment burning, her skin scorching with fever, the next freezing as though submerged in a lake of ice. But through the haze of pain, she heard Sadie’s voice. Every word etched itself into her mind like a blade carving into stone.

Something inside her twisted, a deep, gnawing pain clawing at her chest. She floated in darkness, feeling suffocated by an unseen weight, unable to open her eyes, unable to break free.

She didn’t know how long it lasted, but then Oliver’s voice cut through the fog–urgent, desperate Hands lifted her, cradled her, and something cool slipped between her lips. A pill melted on her tongue, soothing the raging inferno inside her, dousing the flames, Relief seeped into her veins.

en them.

Her eyelids fluttered, heavy as lead, but finally, she managed to open

Oliver’s face came into focus–his eyes glassy, filled with unspoken terror and relief. The sight of her waking made him exhale a shaky breath, the tension in his features breaking into a painful mix of joy and sorrow.

“You’re finally awake.”

Rosemary’s voice reached her next. Slowly, Isolde turned her gaze toward her and Sadie, standing at Oliver’s side.

A weak smile tugged at Isolde’s lips. “I made you worry.”

“It’s enough that you’re awake.” Rosemary gave a reassuring nod. “Rest here tonight. You can return home in the morning

But Isolde shook her head. “I have to go back.”

She pushed herself up, but Oliver pressed her down gently, his grip firm. “You shouldn’t move yet. Do you have any idea how much you scared me?”

Seeing the fear lingering in his eyes, she softened but remained resolute. “I need to go back”

Sadie sighed. “If she’s determined, let her. Her ailment stems from the heart–if her mind remains unsettled, keeping her here will do no good.”

relented. “Fine.

didn’t argue. She had no strength left to pretend otherwise. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she murmured, “Thank you.”

“You’re family. No thanks needed,”

we will all

breath hitched.

her body tense. Without wasting another second, he carried her

mantle trolde lanned into Allure unch the cold night

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“Oliver. I once swore I’d never do

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of us. In mine, he asked me–begged me—to take care of you. Every word, Isolde, spoke of how much he cared.

thought–if T hated him, it would make up for

all he ever wanted. Don’t think

against his chest, her silent agony tearing through her. Even breathing felt like it might

said nothing else for the rest

they arrived at the Langley estate, the air was biting cold. Yet

man’s voice trembled, “Lady

moment her foot touched the threshold, the weight

gaze, but no matter where she looked, the white banners followed.

was likely put up when Prudence passed.”

They all leave.”

approached–Ryker, cloaked against the cold. His expression unreadable as

what he saw was grief, raw and consuming. He hesitated before saying. “Geoffrey is still in his chamber. Harlan refused to let him be moved until you saw

him.”

Isolde asked hoarsely.

tried to follow Geoffrey in death. We stopped him, but he

him?”

“If he truly decides to