The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 260 Revisiting Prunella’s Room

Isolde suddenly felt an urge to go through Prunella’s belongings.

Finished

She knew that after Prunella got married, her room had been unoccupied, While the important items had been

packed away, the less significant ones were still left in the room.

She wondered if those things could reveal what her mother had been thinking before she married.

Oliver seemed to read her thoughts. He looked at her and said, “Let's go. Let’s visit your mother’s room.”

The two were in perfect agreement.

They sneaked out quietly, Oliver naturally holding her hand as they walked, his smile stretching from ear to ear,

radiating pure joy.

The room where Prunella had lived before her marriage had remained empty. After she married, she occasionally

returned to her family but never stayed in that room. Instead, she chose another room. There was a reason for

this, though no one knew exactly what it was.

Isolde guessed that her mother might have wanted to preserve the innocence of her pre-married self.

The courtyard was overgrown with vines that clung to the walls. A few roses bloomed extravagantly in the

corners. Aside from the vines, the other plants in the courtyard were well-maintained. Chrysanthemums

flourished in one corner, their fragrance filling the air.

The courtyard hadn't been maintained for a long time. The paint had faded, and the sunlight filtering through the

yellowing leaves cast dappled shadows, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

There was no one in the courtyard. Moss had begun to grow on the bluestone path. Isolde held Oliver's hand as

they walked along the path. She could almost see a young woman walking lightly ahead of them.

That person was no longer around, but she had once lived vividly in this courtyard.

Perhaps she wore a green dress or a red satin skirt, her embroidered shoes adorned with pearls that pecked. out

from under her hem as she walked.

Perhaps she laughed among the flowers, gazed at the sky from the corridor, or even climbed onto the glazed tile

roof to sit and look out at the distant lake.

Her laughter might have been like silver bells. She might have rested her hands behind her head, gazing at the

sky, her heart touched by a fleeting melancholy of youth.

She had loved someone, and there were people she didn’t like, but hatred had never existed in her young heart.

Back then, she didn’t know what fate had in store for her. She was confident, believing that life would go on as

she had imagined, that she would grow old hand in hand with the person she loved

However, it was hard to predict what would happen tomorrow, let alone the future.

As Isolde walked through the courtyard, these thoughts inexplicably flooded her mind.

And she was certain that these had been her mother’s thoughts back then.

1/3

94%

Chapter 260 Revisiting Prunellas Room

However, the red paper had faded over time, now a pale yellow and white.

Finished

Shad been torn off but not completely, leaving remnants that blended almost seamlessly with the

window frames,

The table, coffee tables, chairs, screens, and cabinets were quietly placed, covered in a thin layer of du seemed

that the Sharp family had ordered the room to be cleaned when they returned, but the cleaning had been half-

hearted,

There was once a beautiful girl living here.

Passing through the main room, they entered the bedroom.

A large desk stood by the south window, covered with books that had been eaten by insects. Isolde walked over

and wiped the surface with her hand. The dust was thick, indicating that the cleaners likely hadn't entered this

area.

Yes, to the servants, this was not the young lady’s room, but the room of a dead person.

Who knew if the spirit of the deceased might return to guard this place?

The desk had drawers. Isolde opened them and found them neatly organized, filled with letters and two poetry

books.

She picked up the letters and glanced through them. They weren't all from the sperson. There was a thick

stack from the man Prunella had loved.

As for the other scattered letters, she checked the signatures and was surprised to find that they were from

Doug, Pablo, and even Douglas Valois.

Oliver felt a bit awkward and turned away, pretending not to see.

Douglas, Pablo, Doug, and Geoffrey-these four had all been trusted subordinates of Garrett 1 back then. It was

natural that they had developed feelings for Prunella.

Back then, Douglas hadn't married yet, but later, his marriage was a happy one, and his wife was deeply

devoted to him.

Everyone had their own destiny.

Geoffrey finally got Prunella, but he made Prunella leave with hatred.

Did Prunella hate him before she died? Isolde thought.

Perhaps not. Prunella was a strong and independent woman. She would only blherself for not being cautious

enough. At that time, Geoffrey was on the battlefield, and she was likely more concerned about how the war was

going and whether he would return victorious.

e letters

Isolde did not say anything. She quietly sat in the chair Prunella had once used, readin exchanged between the

two. These were letters from before Prunella’s marriage, filled with affection and tenderness, their love evident in

every word.

From the letters, she could almost see a young girl waiting eagerly and a young man striving hard to achieve

military merits, hoping to earn the right to marry her.

“Why are her letters here too? Shouldn't they have been sent to your father?” Oliver asked curiously.

1

Zu Mar

Chapter 260 Revisiting Prunella’s Room

Isolde said softly. “For fear of making a mistake, she wrote a craft first to choose her words carefully”

“Your mother cared deeply for him,” Oliver said.

ly someone who cared deeply would be so meticulous.

Only

She read the last letter.

94%

Finished

He had established military merits and was promoted to Marshal. Although he was only a fifth-rank general, this

was definitely not an impressive rank for the Sharp family.

However, in Prunella’s reply, she was almost overjoyed. She used many excited words, repeatedly praising his

bravery. She was happier than anyone else.

In all the letters, Isolde found that Prunella had never encouraged him.

She only said that she would always wait for him.

She was even afraid that a single word of encouragement might put pressure on him.

She truly loved him deeply.

What did she see in him?

In the letters, he wen even eloquent, only reminding her of daily precautions. All the affection and tenderness

cfrom her mother’s replies.

Perhaps, Prunella felt that this was a down-to-earth person. She only wanted to find someone steady to live a

stable life with. She never expected him to achieve great things.

After reading the letters, she found many portraits-sof her mother and sof him.

Prunella’s portraits were probably drawn by a professional artist. The style was very stiff and formal.

As for his portraits, the signatures at the bottom read “Prunella.”

Perhaps her mother had drawn these when she missed him.

In the paintings, he was a handsyoung man, graceful and gentle, his features soft and delicate-quite

different from the man Isolde knew.

Since returning from the village, the father she had seen was always stern, with deep lines on his face, his brows

perpetually furrowed, serious and cold.

She hadn’t thought that he would have such a warm smile.

word

word

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLHI0RAO&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1

mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1