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.”

you still 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 prostitute’s child?

visited Vermelle Hall to discuss poetry with close friends. In his mind, Vermelle

the child of

your mouth! What nonsense are you speaking? A prostitute? She comes from a respectable

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seemed to tilt, and he almost collapsed. The blow was worse than being dismissed by the King.

scholar, no matter his humble background, always prided himself on being from a

he should ask more questions, but the courage 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

his sister’s actions, he had lost everything. Perhaps this was his repayment

couldn’t accept

around him seemed to spin. His servant rushed forward to support him, but he waved

her voice filled with venom. “What?

mouth. She was not some ‘slut“.”

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

tired of the argument to fight back. He had learned over the years to

followed him, demanding, “Stop right there. Say what you

her, frustrated. “What else is there to say? She was kicked out, and now she’s lost her son.

her? You think I didn’t suffer raising that boy alone? He became an official, and you think none of that was thanks to me? If it weren’t for me, where would he be today?”

right. I have no

quiet about our son. His mother is a prostitute,

patience wearing thin, raised his hand