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Chapter 157 A Scathing Rebuke for Prudence

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Prudence straightened up, her expression becoming cold and businesslike as the cut straight to the grine T know

you owe Pablo your life. If you ask him, he'll certainly help. So, | propone a deal you at Alo to speak on Braden’s

behalf, and if Braden is freed, | will give you 10 million coins?

The offer was clear and straightforward, just as one would expect from Prudence-practical and extendating

Isolde listened, her lips curling into a faint, almost mocking smile. She looked at Prudence with piercing eyes, her

voice sharp. “10 million coins? And where do you plan to get that kind of money?

Prudence’s voice turned frosty. “What do you mean by that?”

Isolde casually twirled a strand of red coral in her fingers, her tone dismissive. “Your money is my mothers.

You're using her wealth to tellwhat to do? You're calculating, aren't you?”

Prudence’s smile twisted into something cruel. “Is it only your mother who has a dowry? Does Priscilla not have

one?”

“Oh, she does,” Isolde replied with a sneer. “But how much would that dowry be worth when Vance has already

lost enough to squander it all? | heard that the money he’s lost in Caelmont would be enough for you to remarry

ten times over, is that right?”

The mention of her son was the last straw. Prudence’s face flushed with anger, her voice rising, “Such tharp

tongue, such venomous words. You even insult your grandmother. Do you really think | must cto you for

help?”

Isolde’s smile was cold. “If you're not coming to me, then who? Who else could help that good-for-nothing of a

son? If there were another way, you wouldn't even have cnear the Pearl Tower. You're old, you're sick, and

yet here you are, walking straight into my den to be humiliated. Do you really think I'll show you any mercy?”

Prudence, shaking with rage, gritted her teeth. “So, what will it be? Will you make the deal or not?

“No deal,” Isolde answered flatly, without hesitation.

Prudence stood slowly, her voice chilling. “Fine. Since Braden is to rot in prison for three years, and I'm too old

and sick to help him, I'll just have Clark return to care for me. After all, the King rules with a sense of compassion

and filial piety. Surely, he will appreciate Clark's devotion. After three years, if Clark can return to the

Parliamentary Library, he will surely be promoted.”

In other words, if Braden is imprisoned for three years, Clark will never see a position in the Library either.

Isolde’s face turned hard with fury, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You... stop right there.”

Prudence turned, locking eyes with her, but before either could speak, Vance barged in from the doorway, his

voice dripping with tension. “What's this? Do you plan to lay your hands onnow, too?”

Isolde’s eyes burned with contempt as she advanced, her voice a cutting lash. “If you weren't about to drop dead

any moment now, you wouldn't even be standing. Do you think | wouldn't hit you? You're old and disrespectful,

stuck in your foolish ideas of legitimacy, thinking that your illegitimate offspring are ro the legitimate ones of

their luck? What nonsense! I'll tell you something-the Langley family is cursed because they married a narrow-

minded, venomous, jealous woman like you. You can’t stand the firstborn son. You're always scheming, always

pressuring him. You let Priscilla run wild with the smalice, letting your own son grow up useless and

dependent, a failure living off others. And you sit there, heartbroken, while vou roh the firstborn of everything

he’s owed all to cover vour own filthy deeds. Braden is vour

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grandson, but Clark is no less your blood! Why is Braden in prison? Because he committed a crime! He's as

poisonous and narrow-minded as you and his mother. He can’t stand anyone succeeding, but can’t do anything

himself. And now you're blaming others? Three years in prison is too kind. | swear on my life that if Clark loses

his position because of you, | will personally ensure Braden is torn to pieces. I'll make sure even in prison, he will

be childless and heirless. Do you believe me?”

The venom of Isolde’s words hit like a storm, leaving Prudence speechless, her face pale and lips trembling with

fury. She wanted to retort, but no words came.

Vance, terrified, stood frozen in place. This was no ordinary woman. Isolde’s words were sharp, merciless, and

now, even Prudence herself was reduced to silence.

Finally, after a long moment of trembling, Prudence managed to force out one last threat, her voice like ice.

“Isolde, | swear | will make you pay for this.”

Isolde’s face was as cold and proud as ever, her gaze unflinching. “Save your breath. Whether you letgo or

not, | will never spare you. The grudge of a son killed by his mother-that is unforgivable. Don’t think | don’t know

what you did all those years ago. | will settle that score, bit by bit. And about the dowry you stole from my

mother-you’d better return every single coin you've spent. If you can’t pay it back, I'll make sure your sons and

grandsons suffer for it.”

Isolde stood tall, her words like a whip cracking in the air. She had learned how to use threats to her advantage-

every victory, every defeat was an opportunity to speak her mind.

Prudence, hearing the words “the grudge of a son killed by his mother,” turned pale, her heart constricting with

rage. The mention of her mother’s death cut deep, and a murderous intent flared in her eyes.

For a moment, Prudence swayed on her feet, nearly stumbling.

“Mother, that little witch is pure poison. Let's go tell Brother,” Vance suggested urgently, coming to her side.

Prudence, her body shaking with fury, slowly turned and fixed him with a burning gaze. Without warning, she

slapped him across the face with all her strength.

Vance recoiled, holding his face in shock, his eyes wide with terror. He had never been struck by his mother

before-not even scolded this harshly.

“Mother...” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Prudence ground her teeth, her face twisted in rage. “Shut up! Go to Geoffrey? Are you blind to the situation?

Geoffrey and that woman are in league against us! They're trying to force us out! How could you be so foolish?

How could I give birth to such a foolish son?”

Prudence stomped her foot in frustration, her face flushed with anger. A sharp pain shot through her chest as

blood rose to her throat, but she swallowed it down, trying to maintain control.

Vance, in a panic, stammered, “Then what do we do? You just said you had a plan to deal with Geoffrey, to get

him to give Braden the hereditary title. What now?”

Prudence, her heart heavy with sorrow, looked at him-helpless, lost.

She had always compared Geoffrey with Isolde, who, despite her hardships, had cback strong. Geoffrey, on

the other hand, was now a person of power and influence, while her own flesh and blood, her rightful heir, was

hopeless.

Her bitterness surged like a flood.

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Vance, seeing her distress, fumbled, his voice cracking. “Mother, please... what do we do?”

Prudence staggered, her vision blurring as she gasped for breath.

Her face went ashen, and before she could answer, she collapsed, fainting into Vance’s arms.

Vance stood frozen, panic flooding his chest. Two women of power-his mother, and now Isolde-had both reduced

him to helplessness. He didn’t know what to do.

Outside, Isolde watched them leave, her anger still simmering. The words she had thrown at Prudence had

barely scratched the surface, but they had given her a small sense of satisfaction.

She needed to keep pressing. She couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away.

Turning back to Hattie, she said coldly, “Go find Ryker. We need to find Marley.”

Once she had her grip on the old fool, nothing Prudence or anyone else could do would change the fate of the

Duke's estate.

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