The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 118 Doubts Arise

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holde fixed her gaze on him, her eyes blazing with fire. | can lower myself when necessary, but she doesn’t

deserve it. | have always believed in mutual respect-if you treatwith respect, | will give it back tenfold.”

“Still, you expect her to respect you?” Geoffrey's frustration was mounting; he could hardly understand her

reasoning.

“Does she respect me, or does she want to harm me? I’m not here to play pretend. She has harmed me, and you

wantto apologize to her? No, | won't do it,” Isolde replied coldly.

Geoffrey sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on her. “You're really stubborn, aren’t you?”

“This isn’t stubbornness; it's a matter of principle. Everyone should have their limits. Once that boundary is:

crossed, there’s no room for mercy,” she said, her voice steady.

Geoffrey's voice grew colder. “Nonsense. We're family, why would there be a boundary?”

“That's precisely why there should be one. Because you're my father. You gavelife, but you didn’t raise me.

Despite that, | can tolerate your neglect, but | can’t tolerate you siding with others to harm me,” she replied, her

tone biting.

“You-

Geoffrey seethed with frustration, his voice rising. “You speak so absurdly. With that attitude, do you think

anyone will ever treat you kindly?”

“Then I'll treat myself kindly,” Isolde retorted, her voice sharp. “Not letting those who harmsucceed- that's a

way of treating myself well.”

“Is that what Doug taught you?” Geoffrey asked, his anger flickering in his eyes.

Isolde looked at him with a sarcastic smile. “Yes, Doug taughteverything. You had the chance to teach me,

but you didn’t want to.”

Geoffrey’s mind flashed back to a bitter thought. Prunella’s daughter will never be as cherished as Matilda's

daughter. This was her belief, her opinion.

“Clearly, reasoning with you is futile,” Geoffrey said, his voice tense. “You won't apologize, then. Fine. Pack your

things and go back to Windermount. Duke's estate can no longer accommodate you.”

This was the first tGeoffrey had so decisively told her to leave.

Isolde’s heart seemed to shatter, like she had been hit by something hard. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes

gradually turning cold.

She had told herself she didn’t care, but deep down, a small part of her still did.

She laughed-bitter, mocking, and full of defiance. “If Duke’s estate can’t accommodate me, then I'll move to

Paletein Manor. There are places in Argentum that will accept me, where people will treatright. If Paletein

Manor doesn’t work, I'll go to the Sharp family.”

She stood up, lowering her gaze as she added, “It’s late, Geoffrey. Please leave.”

Geoffrey, beside himself with rage, yelled, “What do you mean by ‘move to Paletein Manor?” You can just leave?”

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count for? | never had any expectations from you, but you askingto leave-it's hurtful “I don’t know why

Mother ever insisted on marrying you. You're cold, selfish, unable to distinguish right from wrong believe she

must regret it, wherever she is, that she ever chose you”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned her back on him and walked away.

Geoffrey stood frozen, a mix of anger and shock filling him. He was determined to send her back to

Windermount, as he couldn't let her stay in Argentum and cause more trouble.

As he turned to leave, he met Esme’s piercing gaze.

Noelle, still concerned for Isolde, went to find Esme.

“It seems Geoffrey hasn't heard what | said before, Eremarked slowly, stepping forward. Her face was

heavily wrinkled, but there was an undeniable authority in her presence. Letsay a few things that might be

hard to hear. -&-“The rules of propriety, the live virtues-those should be upheld. Even Queen Mother has praised

you. But how, Geoffrey, could someone so praised in public end up with a daughter like County Princess, who

loathes you so much? Do you understand why?”

Geoffrey glanced at her, his voice sharp. “Just get to the point.”

“Because, Esaid, pressing a hand lightly against her hairpin before shaking her head. “It was your

responsibility, and you failed to fulfill it. But let's take a step back-was Prunella truly killed by the County

Princess? And even if she was, wasn’t Mrs. Langley willing? She gave her life to bring her precious child into this

world, only for the man she loved to trample and disgrace her memory. Do you think she can rest in peace

knowing that?” Esme’s voice grew sharper. The County Princess is not sroadside weed. She was born of

noble blood-her father, a Duke; her mother, the legitimate daughter of the Garrett family. Both sides are from

generations of military nobility.” And yet, look at her. What has she been reduced to? All these years, she has

lived like an orphan, like a beggar. Even everything she has today-she fought ten times harder than anyone else

to obtain it. And now that she has it, she has every right to defend it. Should she really have to hand over what

she bled and struggled for?

“You don’t understand the County Princess at all. She never provokes others unless they provoke her first. Would

she have invited trouble upon herself if Prudence hadn't struck first? Who in their right mind would disrupt their

own peaceful life for no reason? “And again, let's take another step back-rather than dwelling on the idea that

Prunella died giving birth to the County Princess, why not ask yourself this: Why would a perfectly healthy

woman develop so many complications during pregnancy and ultimately die in childbirth? “And think about what

Xavier said-how many of his words have actually rung true?”

Ecurtsied and declared, | have said all that needs to be said. | will never repeat these words again. But let