The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

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Madilyn had a feeling that without help from her family, Cristina wouldn’t be able to accomplish much, so she stopped speaking on the matter. Instead, she worried about Arthur and reminded Cristina, “If Arthur asks, just tell him that his mother threw him away before he was even a month old, and that your father and I found him and raised him. Arthur is a scholar; he knows gratitude, and the bond between mother and son will be preserved.”

“Got it,” Cristina replied with annoyance. “Why are you so worried? Do you think he’d ever go and recognize that prostitute as his mother? You’ve been good to him, no doubt. If I hadn’t overheard you talking to that woman back then, I wouldn’t even know this.“.

“How could you let that secret slip after all these years? You really drive me mad!” Madilyn snapped, anger rising again.

Cristina retorted, “Didn’t you see him hit me? I can’t stand how arrogant he’s become. You always told me you raised him to protect me, but now that he’s lost his position, how is he supposed to protect me? What use is he to me?”

Madilyn fell silent, knowing full well Cristina’s stubbornness. With Arthur having lost his position, Madilyn couldn’t help but feel a growing concern. With this temperament, Cristina was bound to cause trouble eventually.

Isolde arrived at Montlins Manor, where Natasha had been feeling slightly better these past few days, likely due to the peaceful surroundings and fresh air. Wade had crafted a chair for her with two wheels, allowing her to move around with ease. Every day, Garrett would push her through the flat areas of the mountains, letting her bask in the winter sun. After decades of marriage, they finally had time to be alone together, and Natasha truly felt happiness.

When Isolde arrived at Montlins Manor, Jessica informed her that Garrett had pushed Natasha to the lakeside pavilion. Isolde nodded and, without Hattie or Hazel, made her way there alone.

From a distance, she could see the pavilion, its bamboo curtains tightly drawn, blocking out the view. She had cried in this very pavilion before, with Oliver by her side. She sighed quietly, forcing a smile as she walked forward.

When she lifted the curtain, Garrett’s bearded face appeared, smiling warmly. “See? I told you Snowy would come.”

The sunlight streamed through the outside, and inside, a warm fire crackled in the stove, making the space comfortably cozy. Natasha sat in her wheeled chair, gazing lovingly at Isolde. “Your grandfather said he could tell it was you just by hearing the footsteps. I didn’t believe him, but now I do. Come closer and let me have a look.”

She rubbed her cold cheek against Natasha’s sleeve, flashing a big grin. “Have I gotten much fairer?”

furrowed her brows. “You’ve gotten fairer, yes, but your complexion looks off, so pale, and you’ve lost weight. What’s going on? Is the Valen family not feeding

“They would never let me go hungry, don’t worry. I eat well every day. I’ve just gotten tired of the food–overeaten to the point of getting a bit sick, maybe that’s why I’ve slimmed down.”

Natasha widened her eves. her smile full of

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playfully rolling her face against Natasha’s sleeve, pouted like a child. “Iknow, I know. I

her hand through Isolde’s hair. “Don’t be greedy, but you must eat regularly to stay healthy, so you can grow strong and eventually have a healthy, chubby little

will take care of the baby? The Valen family doesn’t have anyone to help,” Isolde said, grabbing Natasha’s hand and looking up at her with longing eyes.

emotion as her eyes grew misty. “Of course, I

deeply. Natasha, hearing this, shot him a glare. “What

in her eyes carried a hint of

sigh,

his emotions. He had been through so much in life–losing his parents, the early death of his daughter, the hardships on the battlefield, countless scars and wounds

all of his achievements didn’t make it any easier for him to

back inside,” Isolde said, not wanting the

to come, but I wouldn’t let

“Why?” Isolde asked.

This fruit is too cold, this fatty meat will upset your