The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 425 Natasha Is Near the End

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Geoffrey’s death had been meant to be kept from Natasha. According to Isolde’s plan, it could have been easily concealed, especially since the chosen burial site was far from their residence, and Natasha was unable to walk that distance.

However, because Montlins Manor’s workers were tasked with constructing the grave, Natasha, in a rare moment of good spirits with the snow having just stopped, decided to go for a walk with Garrett.

She wasn’t able to walk much anymore; after a few steps, she had to be assisted. To do so, they needed to take the main road, and that was when they crossed paths with the workers returning from lunch.

Feeling cheerful, Natasha asked one of the young men, “Is there still work to be done up the mountain?”

Garrett, assuming Isolde had already given orders, didn’t stop her.

The boy, caught off guard, blurted out, “We’re building the grave.”

Natasha froze. “A grave?”

Garrett quickly interjected, “What grave? We’re just clearing land–next spring we’ll be planting jujube trees, remember? This boy can’t speak properly, he needs to get back to lunch.”

The young man snapped back to his senses, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Right, right, we’re clearing land.”

Natasha smiled. “Ah, I see. Go back now, hurry and eat.”

The boy quickly departed.

Natasha took a few slow steps, leaning against a jujube tree. Looking at Garrett with sadness in her eyes, she said, “It’s about time, isn’t it? I’d like to be buried here at Montlins Manor. It’s a place I love so much.”

Garrett frowned, his concern deepening. “What nonsense are you talking? No one is building a grave for you.”

we walked together from youth to old age. Now, as my time approaches, the only

of resignation. “I’ve always been content, too. But why do the ties of life

soon I would be gone. If I hadn’t encountered the workers preparing the grave, I might

like that. No one is building a grave for you,” Garrett said, his voice

I’ll be buried. Please, take me there,” Natasha

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buried, but as long as I’m alive, I can see. Let

could no longer avoid the truth. With a reluctant sigh, he said, “Alright, I’ll take you there, but you must promise not to

Natasha asked, her face a mix

son–in–law’s grave. He passed away. Snowball said he wanted to be buried with

“Don’t speak such nonsense. I know you despise him, but you can’t

the King’s orders and she was thrown into prison. Your son–in–law, fearing for her, used his own life to expose the true extent of the old woman’s schemes to harm

down Natasha’s face as she stared at

to burden you with this,

this happen? Was it after Isolde

“Yes.”

were swollen, she’d been silent, even when she was with me. There

her husband did all this for

don’t have much time left. Why does her life have to be so hard?” Natasha’s voice cracked as she thought of how short their time together had been. The sixteen years of absence, the brief months they’d spent together, only to be torn apart by

was sharp and relentless, and a surge of blood rose in her throat, forcing her to cough up blood.

sudden turn of events terrified Garrett. He rushed to pick her up, carrying her back

the bed but couldn’t wake her. Panic gripped his chest, his heart pounding as he tried to steady

sat beside her, fighting against the overwhelming fear that threatened