The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 403 Not Her Real Son

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Cristina had been through too much lately. She had been slapped countless times and never expected that, upon sneaking back to her family home, Arthur would strike her as well. Her anger and frustration bubbled over, and she nearly went mad, shouting, “You’re blaming me for your own failures? If you truly cared for me, you would’ve gone to the Valen family to fight for my position! William—what’s he even worth? I don’t even care about him, yet he dares to look down on me? Do you know what Agnes did last night? She came to my room and insulted me relentlessly! You couldn’t even control your own woman–letting her bark like a mad dog in my room! If you truly want to help me, write her a divorce letter and send her away!”

Madilyn, hearing this, was equally enraged. “She dared to come into your room and bark like that? That mad dog! I told you to divorce her, Arthur, but you wouldn’t listen! It’s as if you can’t get a wife and are stuck with this mess!”

Arthur was caught between the two women’s fury, his head feeling like it was going to explode. He sat, defeated, with tears welling up. “Do whatever you want,” he said in a resigned tone. “I will never get involved in your matters again.”

Cristina seethed, “You won’t get involved? You’ve never done anything right. You lose your position, and now you blame me for it? Is there anyone as shameless as you? And you say I’m ungrateful? What about your gratitude to your mother? She raised you, but you’re not even her real son!”

Madilyn froze at Cristina’s words, then immediately snapped, “Shut your mouth! Don’t speak nonsense.”

Cristina retorted angrily, “I’m not talking nonsense. It’s the truth.”

Arthur looked between his mother and Cristina, then glanced over at his father, who had been reading quietly in the corner. August had put down his book and was now looking at them with a complicated expression.

“What is going on?” Arthur’s heart turned cold. “Am I not her real son?” he thought.

No wonder Madilyn had never treated him as well as Cristina, always demanding he protect her. No wonder she had never truly cared about his future.

“Don’t listen to Cristina’s ramblings,” Madilyn quickly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. “She’s just confused and speaking nonsense.”

hiding this from him? He’s the child of a prostitute, born from a lowly background, and even Isolde and Oliver are better off than him!” Cristina’s cruel

air.

stunned, his mind racing. A

discuss poetry with close friends. In his mind, Vermelle Hall was a place of culture and grace, while a brothel was nothing but filth

of

nonsense are you speaking? A prostitute? She

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walked out of the room.

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tilt, and he almost collapsed. The

background, always prided himself on being from a respectable family. Now,

had drained from him. He could already guess the truth–that he was born to a prostitute, abandoned, and that his parents had taken him in and raised

but now, through his sister’s actions, he had lost everything. Perhaps

accept his

forward to support him, but

voice filled with venom. “What?

“Watch your mouth.

“She stole someone else’s husband! How is she not a ‘slut‘? And after everything she did, you still want to

He had learned over

followed him, demanding, “Stop right there. Say what you need to say before you go.”

turned back to her, frustrated. “What else is there to say? She was kicked out, and now she’s lost her son. She’s already suffered enough. What more

I suffered enough?” Madilyn spat, her voice dripping with fury. “You think I didn’t suffer when you were off having fun with her? You think I didn’t suffer raising that boy alone? He became an official, and

you’re right. I have

quiet about our

raised his hand in anger.