Chapter 259: Where to Get Married

Isolde said, “It’s just a small injury; I recovered a long time ago. Moreover, I didn’t suffer. Kolton took care of everything. How could I suffer?”

Natasha glanced at Patricia and Christine, and they smiled as well. The situation in Zlaimond had been detailed in a letter sent by Kolton with the army. The letter had arrived at Sharp’s mansion yesterday while Isolde was in the palace, so everyone already knew what had happened in Zloimond. However, it was rare for Isolde to not take credit and not be arrogant. Patricia was naturally happy to hear that. She felt that Isolde was truly sensible.

The Sharp family did not have a daughter, not even among the grandchildren. Suddenly, they had precious Isolde. At first, they had hoped she would be like other girls, dressing delicately and staying in the house. After all, the Sharp family had no shortage of rough men. Raising a true “Snowball,” a doll, would have been so much fun. But in the end, her true nature couldn’t be changed. Seeing Isolde return victorious now, and imagining her sitting quietly in her room with a fair face, embroidering, everyone still felt that the Isolde before them was more likable. At least this way, she was a true member of the Sharp family. A capable, battle-hardened, dark-skinned witch was undoubtedly better than a fair-skinned lady who only knew how to embroider and smile sweetly.

Isolde had also arranged to return to the Langley mansion today, as Clark had said he would be waiting at the mansion. Esme had informed the Sharp family about this in advance. Therefore, lunch started early. Before they sat down, Isolde asked Natasha, “Are my brothers not back yet?”

Patricia smiled and said, “They’ll definitely be back before your wedding, don’t worry.”

Natasha said, “Speaking of the wedding, the previous marriage doesn’t count. This time, we’ll have to make it grand.”

Patricia said softly, “Natasha, you should ask Isolde about this. Should she marry from our mansion or the Langley mansion?”

Kolton also told them about how Geoffrey saved Isolde in Zloimond. The Sharp family, who had been extremely angry with Geoffrey, had their anger greatly reduced.

Natasha nodded and asked Isolde, “What do you think?”

Isolde was momentarily unsure. Deep down, she didn’t want to marry from the Langley family. She hadn’t been in the Sharp family for long, but she felt that the Sharp family was where she truly belonged. The Langley family was empty and filled with resentment. She was an outsider there. Moreover, everything her mother had was brought back.

Natasha knew that she was in a difficult position and sighed softly. “You’re the Langley family’s child after all. Although the person your mother insisted on marrying is foolish, he’s not a bad person. No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you, just like how I supported your mother marrying him back then.”

Isolde nodded and said softly, “I’ll think about it.”

“It doesn’t matter where you marry from. You’ll always be a child of our family. That will never change.” Natasha patted the back of her hand.

Isolde was deeply moved. Getting married in such a happy atmosphere was truly a blessing.

Oliver got drunk. Garrett ordered his men to send him to the room to rest. Garrett staggered out and said proudly, “There’s still a difference between the young and the old. I am not drunk, but he is.” As soon as he stepped over the threshold, there was a loud thud, and he fell to the ground. The whole room was startled. Natasha said in exasperation, “Did you drink too much? Oh my god, he fell! This old fool is going to kill himself!” Then everyone watched in amusement as Garrett on the ground rolled over and began snoring thunderously.

Isolde burst out laughing. “Oliver’s alcohol tolerance is really not bad. He got Garrett drunk, but he’s also drunk himself.”

Natasha also scolded jokingly, “He acts like a fool despite his years.”

Patricia skillfully instructed the servants to carry Garrett back. The meal continued with only the women present. Isolde was worried about Oliver, wondering how drunk he was. Drinking so much, and the blood circulation might affect his hand. She ate absentmindedly, not daring to show her concern too much. Finally, after the meal, she found an excuse to leave. She asked the servants along the way and found the side room where Oliver was resting. She sneaked in.

She had expected to see Oliver passed out and snoring, but instead, as soon as he heard her footsteps, he sat up, smiling at her.

“You’re not drunk?” Isolde asked in surprise.

“If I didn’t pretend to be drunk, how could I fool Garrett? He’s good at drinking and keeps drinking. But after all, he’s aged and can’t handle too much alcohol, yet he’s so competitive,” Oliver said with a laugh.

Isolde chuckled, “Exactly! I thought you were really drunk. You didn’t see how proud he was just now.”

She poured a glass of water on the table and brought it over. Although he was not drunk, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. Oliver took it and drank it all in one go. Isolde reached out to take the cup, but Oliver got out of bed and planned to put the cup down himself. When he saw Isolde extend her hand, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he said softly, “You don’t have to serve me.”

Isolde took the cup with one hand. “I’ll serve you when it’s inconvenient for you, and you’ll serve me when it’s inconvenient for me. Isn’t that what a lifetime of marriage is about? Supporting each other?”

Oliver found these words very comforting and smiled at her, “Yes, supporting each other for a lifetime.”

Isolde knew that he was not good at expressing his feelings, so she did not continue talking about this. Instead, she pulled up a chair and sat beside him. “When we get married, do you think I should leave from the Langley mansion or the Sharp mansion?” She wanted his opinion.

“What do you think?” Oliver asked.

Isolde shook her head. “I don’t know. Natasha asked me earlier and said it’s up to me.”

“What I’m asking is, do you think you’d be happier leaving from the Langley mansion or the Sharp mansion? Just choose what makes you comfortable. If there’s any gossip, I’ll handle it for you,” Oliver said.

Isolde felt a warmth in her heart. Ever since she returned to Argentum, all she had heard were kind words, a stark contrast to the past. One should strive to be strong, but the feeling of being protected was good.

“Leaving from the Sharp mansion, I’d of course be very happy. It feels fulfilling and joyous…,” Isolde said thoughtfully, hesitating for a moment. “But I’ve been wondering why my mother went against the family to marry him. At least in my eyes, he’s not a good man. If I were choosing a husband, I’d never pick someone like him.”

Oliver was silent for a moment, then said softly, “Your mother was young at the time. When someone loves you so recklessly, how could she not be moved? And back then, she probably didn’t think about the distant future. She just wanted to follow her feelings at that moment, to love someone wholeheartedly and spend her life with that person. Your mother had a very pure love and hope.”

Isolde had a thought.

Oliver continued, “Although I don’t like your father, the fact that he wasn’t good to you doesn’t mean he didn’t love your mother. I’ve heard that he was always a filial person, but he clashed with Prudence several times for your mother’s sake, which led to Prudence’s resentment toward your mother. Of course, that’s probably just one factor. Human emotions are very complex.”