The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 183 Vance’s Rebellion

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Geoffrey sat in a haze of rage and disbelief, his mind swirling with the years that Milton had freely interfered in

the affairs of the Duke's estate, often spending nights in Matilda’s chambers. At the time, he had believed it was

nothing more than sibling affection. Little did he know, beneath the surface, it was something far more foul,

more corrupt than he could ever have imagined.

The burning resentment in Geoffrey's chest was consuming him, the bitter realization that his life, which had

once seemed to promise love and power-marrying the woman of his dreams, receiving a noble title- had been

utterly destroyed by Prudence. He had honored her for years, but it was she who had torn his life apart,

unraveling everything he had ever cared about.

The anger gnawed at him, but slowly, his fury began to turn into a chilling calm. He had cback to kill

Prudence and then end his own life in order to atone for Prunella’s death. But now, a different thought crossed

his mind. He wouldn't let her die easily. No, he wanted to keep her alive, to suffer. He wanted her to endure the

torment of knowing her final days would be filled with anguish.

Ryker watched Geoffrey, then spoke softly, “There's something else.”

Geoffrey looked up, his voice low and cold. “What is it? Speak.”

Ryker replied, “Eand Noelle have returned. They say Isolde didn’t fall off the cliff. She went to Zloimond to

find Doug.”

Geoffrey's face twisted from fury to stunned disbelief. Slowly, the shock faded into something darker- elation. “Is

that true?”

“Absolutely true,” Ryker confirmed. “When Prudence found out Isolde was still alive, she had a stroke and

collapsed.”

Geoffrey closed his eyes, his heart racing with wild joy. She's alive. Isolde is alive. Our daughter is alive.

Ryker bowed and began to leave, but Geoffrey stopped him. “Wait. Bring Eand Noelle here.”

Ryker paused, then replied, “They've already packed up Isolde’s things. They've moved to the Sharp family.”

Geoffrey was stunned. He sank back into his chair, the weight of defeat crushing him. Yes, everything that had

belonged to Prunella was being taken away-there was nothing left for him.

“Go,” he muttered darkly, his gaze hollow. “I don’t care anymore.”

Ryker had spent over a decade in the Langley family, yet Geoffrey had never truly valued him. It was no surprise

that he had moved into the inner household, where Matilda favored him. Seeing Geoffrey in such a defeated

state, Ryker felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

But even so, he remained cautious. If Isolde never returned, he still had to live under the Langley name. He

dared not cross Geoffrey.

Ryker stepped out, and just as he left, Vance stormed in.

Vance barged into the room, shouting, “Geoffrey!”

Ryker immediately stepped forward to stop him. “Vance, what are you doing?”

Vance shoved Ryker aside, ignoring him as he rushed to Geoffrey's side, panic written all over his face.

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Geoffrey's face darkened, his voice ice-cold. “So, she can’t stand? Is that all?”

Vance stared at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

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“Don’t you understand?” Geoffrey's voice was filled with venom. “I would be more than happy if she died- but |

won't let her die quickly. No, I'll keep her alive, suffering.”

Vance exploded with fury. “You ungrateful bastard! How dare you curse your own mother like that? Don’t forget,

she raised you! Whatever wrong she did, you have no right to hold it against her.

“You think you raised me?” Geoffrey's anger boiled over. “Why are you shouting atnow? You think | should

be grateful to you? I've always hated you, Vance. The only reason I've hidden it is because of our positions, but

now-now | don’t care.”

Vance froze, eyes wide with shock. He had never seen Geoffrey like this before-so fierce, so full of anger.

“Do you want to ruin your reputation?” Vance threatened, his voice shaking. “I warn you, if you dare disrespect

Mother, | will go outside and spread rumors about you. The world will know what kind of son you are.”

“Go ahead,” Geoffrey said, his voice flat. “I've lost everything. What is reputation tonow?”

Vance’s heart sank. It was clear-Geoffrey was beyond reach. The Duke’s estate was no longer a place for him.

Meanwhile, the doctor had treated Prudence with acupuncture, and she regained consciousness, though she was

still left with half her face paralyzed, her mouth crooked, and unable to move her left side. Nicole, ever the

dutiful servant, stood by her side. Seeing her awake, she approached with quiet concern. “Grandmother, how are

you feeling?”

Prudence’s eyes were wide, filled with a crazed look as she tried to speak. “Where... where is your mother?”

Her words were slurred, her mouth contorted with the effort. After several painful attempts, she finally managed

to say, “Bring... bring her to me...”

Nicole nodded softly. “She’s in the house.”

“Tell her... to come... to serve me,” Prudence said with great effort, her voice barely audible, saliva trickling from

the corner of her mouth.

“Yes, Grandmother,” Nicole responded quietly, turning to leave.

Nicole stood in the hallway, taking a deep breath. A bitter smile spread across her face Why would Mother come

to serve her now? Prudence was delusional, expecting someone to cto her aid, but Nicole knew better. Her

mother was scheming, and even a fool like her knew it. Prudence’s hope was a desperate, foolish fantasy.

After waiting a long twithout hearing any footsteps, Prudence finally slipped back into a haze of

unconsciousness.

When she awoke again, there was a strange noise coming from the room. It sounded like things were being

thrown around, drawers pulled open. Slowly, Prudence opened her eyes to see Vance and Priscilla rummaging

through her cabinets.

“What... what are you... doing?” Prudence’s eyes were wide with anger, though she could barely speak.

Vance, seeing she was awake, stepped forward with urgency. “Mother, where are the jewels? The jewelry?”

“How dare you...” Prudence’s face twisted in fury, her hands trembling with rage. Her words were broken and

difficult, but they cout with a venomous hiss. “What are you... doing?”

Priscilla, growing impatient, walked over and snapped, “What are we doing? What else? We're going back to

Caelmont. What do you think? If we stay here, we'll starve. | know you hid a bunch of gold and jewelry. You didn’t

sell the jewels from the Sharp family’s dowry. Where did you hide them?”

Prudence, her face twisted with rage, stared at both of them. “You... have no shame.”

Vance scoffed, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Mother, you're dying. Why are you hiding all this stuff?

You've always said it was for me. Well, now that we're in trouble, you can’t keep it all to yourself. You've

but when we go out there, we might be begging on the streets. What lived comfortably in the Duke's estate kind

of heartless, evil mother are you?”

Prudence spasmed with rage, her whole being trembling as if the anger was too much to bear. She couldn't even

respond.

But then Priscilla stepped forward, and with a swift motion, shoved Prudence back against her pillows. “Are you

going to take those jewels to the grave with you?” she hissed. “You always promised us something when we

married. You must have hidden them somewhere. Where are they?”

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