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.”

then finally relented. “Fine. I’ll carry you.”

otherwise. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she

faintly. “You’re family. No thanks needed,”

agreed. “Soon, we will all

breath hitched. “Yes…

wasting another second, he carried her out,

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I once swore I’d

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Oliver sighed, his voice thick with emotion. “Your father left letters for both of us. In mine, he asked me–begged me—to take care of you. Every word, Isolde, spoke of how much he cared. He didn’t want anyone to taint your name. That’s why he did this. He wanted to leave you with nothing but

I thought–if T hated him, it would make up for my mother’s

hand. “He’s with your mother now, Isolde. That’s all he ever wanted. Don’t think abour what’s lost. Think

her silent agony tearing through

nothing else for the rest of the journey.

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

voice trembled,

her foot touched the threshold, the weight of everything came crashing down. The estate

matter where she looked, the

“This was likely put up when Prudence passed.”

damned. They all leave.” Isolde’s

approached–Ryker, cloaked against the cold. His expression

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

him.”

asked

eaten, hasn’t slept. He tried to follow Geoffrey in death. We stopped him, but he won’t

someone watching him?” Isolde’s

sighed. “If he truly decides to