The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 189 Is That All?

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Upon hearing that Isolde had returned, Geoffrey immediately made his way to the Pearl Tower. But as he

approached the towering gates, he slowed down, and then, just shy of crossing the threshold, he stopped

entirely. A sudden wave of hesitation washed over him. He stood frozen, caught by an overwhelming sense of

dread, as if a part of him couldn't quite bring himself to face what lay beyond that door.

How could | have treated her that way? Geoffrey thought, the regret gnawing at his heart. How could | have been

so cruel? | called her a disaster, a curse, and | lashed out at her-whipping her like she was nothing more than an

animal. | let Harlan trick her into drinking the sleeping potion, pushing her away from Argentum, from this

family...

She was the child that Prunella had sacrificed her life to bring into this world. Everyone had urged him to cherish

her, but he had thrown her away like a stray dog, leaving her to rot in the Windermount estate for fourteen

years, as if she were already dead. If it hadn't been for the court's pressure, he wouldn't have even considered

bringing her back. Geoffrey had once thought it better to let her live in sdistant place, far from him, and die

without ever crossing paths again.

Even these last two years, after Isolde returned, had he ever shown her any kindness? No, he hadn't.

His mind drifted to the first tIsolde had cback from Windermount, hiding behind a large tree. watching

him with those bright, hopeful eyes. How had he reacted then? He didn’t remember the words he had spoken,

but he couldn't forget the sight of her walking away, small and lonely, glancing back twice- each twith a

flicker of hope, only to have that hope crushed by his indifference.

For two whole years, he had ignored her, and perhaps, in a twisted way, that had been better for her. At least

she hadn't had to endure his cruelty and coldness.

He looked at the dark gates of the Pearl Tower from a distance, and despite everything, he couldn't move any

closer.

That was Prunella’s daughter.

He remembered the day Prunella had told him she was carrying a girl. It had been a joyful moment, and he had

told her it didn’t matter whether it was a son or daughter-any child of hers would be a treasure in the Duke's

house. Prunella had smiled then, and with her calculating mind, had said that she now understood why her own

mother had provided so much dowry when she married, so that, if her husband didn’t treat her well, she

wouldn't have to rely on anyone.

She had said that when their daughter married, she would give her everything she had, just so she could live

peacefully and without fear. She had vowed to protect their child with all her might.

Geoffrey had once believed in his deep affection for Prunella, but in truth, he had failed her.

And now, neither Prunella nor Isolde would allow him the chance to redeem himself.

He staggered away, unable to take another step toward the gates, oblivious to the figure standing in the

shadows behind them. Isolde, having just emerged from her cold water bath, stood there in a flowi gown, her

face pale and icy.

The suffering my mother endured was mostly due to your stupidity, Isolde thought, her gaze cold.

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She stood in the yard for a long while, letting the reality of her pain settle in. After a brisk cold bath, she felt

clear-headed and focused, though the ache in her chest remained.

to cwith me?”

Hoker arrived with a tray of medicine and kolde spoke her voice even “Do you want to come.

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Ryker nodded. “As you command.”

“Then let’s go.

With her eyes cast downward, she walked down the stone steps and out of the yard.

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Inside Prudence’s room, only the servants were around. Nicole and Martha had left to handle their mother’s

funeral arrangements.

The old servant saw Isolde returning and quickly approached her. “Ah, Isolde’s here? But Prudence is asleep.

Isolde gave a serene smile, her expression unreadable. “She’s sleeping? That's good. Let her rest.”

She led Ryker into the room.

The space inside was dim and shadowy, as Prudence, ever since her stroke, had becextremely prone to

sleep. The windows were shut tight, the curtains drawn, blocking out any light.

Isolde approached and opened the windows, pulling back the curtains. Light flooded the room, bright and

piercing, illuminating everything in stark clarity.

Prudence, who had been resting on the bed, stirred slightly, and an air of aggression filled the room. “Who's

there?”

Her voice was rough, hoarse from sleep and filled with a simmering rage that had been building up for

years.

Isolde stepped closer, her smile widening, though it was as cold as ice. As Prudence slowly opened her eyes.

Isolde watched her with quiet malice, her own eyes gleaming with disdain.

“It's me, Isolde. I've cto greet you, Prudence. How are you?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock

sweetness.

Prudence’s breath quickened, her eyes narrowing with pure venom. She twisted her mouth into a grimace, and

through clenched teeth, spat out one word: “Leave.”

Isolde laughed softly, the sound ringing with cruel amusement. “You don’t want to see me, Prudence? Sorry to

disappoint you.”

She waved her hand for Ryker to bring over the medicine.

Ryker brought it over without a word, ignoring the poisonous glare Prudence directed at him. He stepped back,

standing silently, his posture calm.

Isolde took the spoon and gently stirred the mixture, her smile blooming like a deadly flower. “Don’t worry, this

isn’t poison. In fact, it will help your condition. It's a formula for blood circulation, just like the one you gave my

mother.”

Prudence’s eyes widened with fear. The medicine she had forced upon Prunella all those years ago had been cold

and filled with toxins, poisoning her slowly. Only Prunella’s strong body had allowed her to survive as long as she

did. But this... this was different. Isolde was giving her the spoison now, and she was

terrified.

holde, seeing the fear in Prudence’s eyes, smiled coldly. “Don’t worry. Prudence. I'm not going to kill you. You still

have to live. You need to suffer the sway my mother did when you cut her open. That's the

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only way you can pay for your sins.

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Prudence, struggling to control herself, reached out with trembling hands to slap Isolde, but her efforts were

weak, and her hand faltered mid-air. She spat, but the saliva only dripped onto her own blanket.

Isolde’s eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction as she looked at Prudence’s crumpled face. “Here, drink up. Once

you've had your medicine, you'll have enough strength to strikeback.”

She held the spoon up to Prudence’s lips, but Prudence spat at it, her anger bubbling over. She couldn't speak,

couldn't fight back, yet her eyes still burned with hatred.

Isolde’s face hardened, her smile fading. She dropped the spoon to the floor and seized Prudence’s chin with a

cruel grip, forcing her head back. With the rim of the bowl pressing against Prudence’s lips, Isolde pried her

mouth open, pushing her fingers upward until Prudence’s teeth parted. Then, she poured the entire bowl of

medicine down her throat.

Prudence choked, coughing violently. Her face turned red, her nose began to drip the medicine, and she could

barely catch her breath. She gasped for air, nearly suffocating.

Isolde dropped the empty bowl on the ground and looked down at Prudence with cold disdain as she continued

to cough and struggle. “You'll drink this every day, whether you want to or not. If you don’t, Ill force it down your

throat.”

Prudence, still gasping, wiped the medicine from her face and sneered weakly. Her voice, hoarse and dripping

with contempt, said, “Is this... is this all you've got? Even your mother wasn't this cruel.”

Isolde’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she turned her back, walking toward the door. “Yes, this is just the

beginning. This time, I've added something special to your medicine. Enjoy it.”

She strode out of the room, and Ryker followed quietly behind her.

Moments later, from inside the house, a servant’s scream rang out, “Prudence! What's wrong? What happened

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