Chapter 192: Fighting in the Mourning Hall

Garrett was stunned, asking, "Avenge?"

Natasha said earnestly, “Yes, you misspoke earlier. This child is clear-minded about both grudges and kindness. She remembers her mother’s death and her relatives’ benevolence. Just now, in front of me, she knocked her head sixteen times on the ground, crying like a tearful mess. She longs for a family but refuses to accept one that isn’t genuine. Her heart is bright.”

Garrett felt lost. “She shouldn’t be the one to take revenge.”

“She’s the most suitable to do it. Otherwise, she’ll never be able to get over it. Then, her life will be very difficult. In the end, she’ll think that she has to bear a portion of the responsibility for her mother’s death.” Natasha patted his hand. “Alright, we’re not just standing by and watching. If she needs anything, we’ll cooperate.”

“You are right!” Garrett said softly.

The courtyard arranged by the Sharp family for Isolde was very beautiful. The decoration was extremely elegant. Trees shaded the courtyard, and there was a small pavilion. It was evident that this courtyard was not small. This courtyard was where Prunella used to live. After Prunella married, it had been empty. Originally, it was old, but in the past few days, Patricia had ordered people to buy new furniture and repaint the door, windows, and pillars. When Isolde entered, she could still smell the fresh paint.

The bed was new, the bedding and mosquito nets were new, and the dressing table, cabinet, screen, and so on were all made of excellent wood. Looking at the meticulously decorated house, Isolde was very touched.

“County Princess, take a break. Don’t think too much,” Esme stepped forward.

Isolde sat down and looked at the nanny. “How is Harlan now? I want to see him.”

“Why? If he hadn’t used your trust, we wouldn’t have been sent away,” Noelle said resentfully.

Esme scolded Noelle. “Don’t spout nonsense! I told you long ago that Harlan had no choice. He’s a subordinate of Geoffrey, after all. How can he not listen to Geoffrey’s orders?”

Seeing that Esme was angry, Noelle did not dare to say anything else. Esme took a deep breath and said to Isolde, “It doesn’t matter if you see him or not. He’s unconscious.”

“What does Lady Sadie Bourbon say?” Isolde asked.

“It’s uncertain; it all depends on himself whether he wakes up or not,” Esme replied.

Isolde sighed softly. She respected Harlan and knew he had no choice.

“I’ll go take a look at him,” she said.

“Then I’ll take you there,” Esme said.

Harlan’s condition was indeed not good. He had been sustained on ginseng soup for several days. Sadie had later said that even Harlan himself had lost the will to live.

Isolde looked at Harlan. It had only been a few days since they last met, but he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken, and his face, which had been cleanly shaved previously, was now covered in stubble. Isolde sat by the bed and called out softly, “Harlan!”

The person on the bed did not react. Isolde sighed softly. “I don’t blame you. Really, get better quickly. Let’s drink together.”

Esme said from the side, “If he knew you were fine, he would be comforted too.”

“When he was in trouble, he probably thought that I was in the carriage and thought that he had killed me,” Isolde said.

“Yes,” Esme said.

After having a sumptuous dinner and chatting with Natasha for a long while, Isolde reluctantly left. By the time she returned to the Langley family estate, it was very late. Due to the funeral, the estate was lit up at night. Monks had been invited to perform a memorial service. The coffin of Priscilla was placed in the courtyard. As it was not time to seal the coffin, the lid was opened.

When Isolde went in, Vance happened to come out. When he saw Isolde, his eyes burned with anger. He picked up the broom beside him and hurled it at Isolde, cursing, “You bitch, how dare you come back!”

Isolde turned sideways, avoiding the broom. Vance immediately lunged forward, ready to continue the fight. Clark was holding the incense burner and following the monk in the courtyard. When he saw this, he immediately threw the incense burner on the ground and ran over. “Father, stop!”

Vance, failing to hit Isolde, saw Clark coming to help. He felt that Clark’s heart was already on the side of the bastard son. In anger, he raised his broom and attacked Clark, saying, “You good-for-nothing! What use are you? You might as well have been killed off early.”

Clark dared not fight back and could only stand there and take the beating. Isolde was furious as she watched from the side. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Vance’s neck with one hand, and pushed him over to Priscilla’s coffin. She pressed Vance’s head against Priscilla’s face, saying sternly, “Look closely. If you continue to act so arrogantly, this will be your end!”

Priscilla was injured in the head, with a large hole on top. Although the body was somewhat tidied up during the funeral preparation, it had been dead for several days. Apart from the corpse’s putrid smell, the makeup applied to the face began to melt slowly, with fluids seeping out, making it horrifying and foul-smelling.

Vance’s head was pressed against Priscilla’s face. The rotten smell drilled into his stomach. His stomach churned, and he let out a cry, vomiting everything he had eaten yesterday. Even after Isolde let go of him, he was still holding his stomach as he squatted on the ground and vomited like crazy.

Everyone present was stunned, looking at him. Nicole walked over with a complicated expression, patted Vance’s back gently, and handed him a handkerchief. “Father, are you feeling better?”

Vance vomited until his body went weak, with tears and snot streaming down. Only after wiping himself with the handkerchief did he finally stand up. Isolde had already turned around and left.

Vance trembled. “She’s a lunatic.” Previously, he had always provoked her. Only now did he realize that he was terribly wrong.

“Father, if you don’t offend her, she won’t offend you,” Nicole said softly.

Vance had lost his composure just now and was embarrassed. Now that everyone was watching and Nicole had said that, he slapped her face without thinking. Nicole was thin-skinned. She was stunned on the spot when her father slapped her in front of everyone. Then, she covered her face and cried.

Seeing this, Clark could no longer suppress his anger. He strode over and pulled Nicole behind him. He shouted at Vance, “If you ever hurt Nicole again, I’ll kill you.”

“You ingrate…” Vance did not expect Clark to shout at him. He could not do anything to Isolde, but his son was another matter. He immediately turned around and cursed through gritted teeth, “Alright, I’ll kill you first.”

With such a commotion, there were naturally people who came to persuade him. The servants and mages came over to hold them back, persuading Clark and Nicole to leave for a while. Clark glared at Vance angrily. He was extremely disappointed, but he was also afraid that he would be laughed at if he continued to make a scene, so he pulled Nicole away and left.