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, | 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 | love so much.”

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

“Why are you avoiding the topic?” Natasha gently grasped his hand, her voice soft. “When we were young, we

said we'd be together until we grew old. I've been blessed-though it hasn't been perfect, we walked together

from youth to old age. Now, as my tapproaches, the only thing I truly wish for is to be by your side when |

pass. If someone could layto rest, | would die content.”

Garrett sighed deeply, looking at her with a look of resignation. “I've always been content, too. But why do the

ties of life have to be so short?”

“Indeed,” Natasha said, her voice tinged with sadness. “I know my end is near. These past days in the

mountains, I've felt happiness again, almost forgetting how soon I would be gone. If | hadn't encountered the

workers preparing the grave, | might have forgotten. Now, looking back on my life, it feels like it's over so soon.

I'm reluctant to go.”

“Don’t think like that. No one is building a grave for you,” Garrett said, his voice tight with emotion. He helped

her sit down, urging, “It’s cold, let's go back.”

“I want to see where I'll be buried. Please, takethere,” Natasha insisted.

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“After death, one won't know where they are buried, but as long as I'm alive, | can see. Letsee it just once,”

Natasha persisted, her tone firm.

Garrett could no longer avoid the truth. With a reluctant sigh, he said, “Alright, I'll take you there, but you must

promise not to be upset.”

“Really? It’s not mine? Then whose grave is it?” Natasha asked, her face a mix of confusion and hope.

Garrett lowered himself to her level, his voice soft, as he spoke with quiet sorrow, “It’s your son-in-law’s grave.

He passed away. Snowball said he wanted to be buried with Prunella here at Montlins Manor. The workers were

preparing his grave.”

Natasha's grip tightened on his hand, her eyes darkening with shock. “Don’t speak such nonsense. | know you

despise him, but you can’t curse him like that. He's Isolde’s father, he’s family.”

Garrett's grip tightened as well. “When Prudence died, Isolde didn’t follow the mourning rites, and she was

reported to the King. Isolde’s stubbornness led to her disobeying 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 Prunella and try to kill Isolde. That's how Isolde was freed.”

Tears silently slid down Natasha's face as she stared at Garrett in disbelief. “You... you're telling the truth?”

“It's true. | didn’t want to burden you with this, but now | see it's better you know.”

“When did this happen? Was it after Isolde clast time?”

“Yes.”

Natasha let out a sob, her heart breaking. “I knew something was wrong with her. Her eyes were swollen, she'd

been silent, even when she was with me. There was no joy like before. She’s been suffering so much.”

“She suffers, but her husband did all this for her,” Garrett said with a sad sigh.

“What should | do? What can | tell her? Her father is gone, and... and | don’t have much tleft. Why does her

life have to be so hard?” Natasha's voice cracked as she thought of how short their ttogether had been. The

sixteen years of absence, the brief months they'd spent together, only to be torn apart by death.

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

blood. She crumpled, weakening, her body growing cold.

Since taking the medicine from Sadie, she hadn't coughed up blood. This sudden turn of events terrified Garrett.

He rushed to pick her up, carrying her back to the manor.

When they arrived, Garrett laid Natasha on the bed but couldn’t wake her. Panic gripped his chest, his heart

pounding as he tried to steady himself. He had known this moment would come, but now that it had, he couldn't

bear it.

His hands trembled as he sat beside her, fighting against the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume

him.

It was Jessica who reacted first, rushing over with urgency. “Garrett, Isolde and Oliver are up in the mountains.

You need to let them know and send someone down to get a doctor.”

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Geoffrey and Prunella in Argentum, the customary rites didn’t matter. Isolde was personally overseeing her

parents’ burial.

From a distance, Isolde saw Wade running toward her, and her heart skipped a beat. She hurried to him, fear

rising in her chest. “Has something happened to Natasha?”

“Yes! Yes, she’s coughing up blood and fainted. Hurry back!”

Isolde’s vision blurred, and her legs nearly gave way. She turned to Oliver, her voice breaking. “Is it true?”

Oliver had already dropped everything. Without a second thought, he scooped her up, carrying her swiftly

through the mountains.

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