The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 422: Sealing the Coffin and Walking Away

Oliver’s words left the Langley family speechless, unable to counter any of his points. Jaime hesitated for a long while before finally mumbling, “We don’t harbor any ill will; we were just deceived.”

Oliver shot back, “You’ve been dissatisfied with him for a long time. Otherwise, why would you believe Vance’s manipulations? You’ve always thought he was indifferent to family, and Vance’s words just confirmed your suspicions. Instead of investigating, you took them at face value. Haven’t you all been cold towards him? He did what he could for you, but all you did was take. When you didn’t get what you wanted, you lashed out. Enough of this. As for the lawsuit, whatever the court decides, so be it. The mountain is sold to Clark. It has nothing to do with Isolde anymore. Now leave.”

Lawson, unable to maintain his composure any longer, felt a wave of shame wash over him. Without saying another word, he hung his head and left. Gage and his son followed Lawson out without a word.

After they left, Oliver went to the government office, while Isolde went out to find Anthony and make preparations for their return to Argentum.

Clark stayed by the coffin. When the tent flaps were suddenly pulled open and someone entered, he immediately stiffened. “What do you want now?” Clark snapped. His frustration with his biological father had reached its peak.

Vance, not holding back his anger, slapped Clark on the head and growled, “You little brat, you dare speak to me like that? Have you lost your mind? I’ll tell you this: once the mountain is under your name, you’ll transfer it to me immediately. If you don’t, I won’t let you off.”

Clark, knowing that Vance had no good intentions, replied coldly, “I can’t give it to you. It’s not yours.”

Vance’s fury intensified. “Everything you have is mine! I brought you into this world. You’ve read all those books, but do you understand what filial piety is? I raised you, and you don’t repay me? You’re asking for thunder to strike you down!”

“And what about you? You’ve received your fair share from your father, but now you treat him like this? Aren’t you afraid of being struck down by thunder yourself?”

“Who are you calling ‘father’? That’s your uncle standing right there, not your father. Do you get it now?” Vance said angrily, slapping Clark’s head again.

Clark took a few steps back, eyeing him warily. “When there was something to gain, you were my father. When there’s nothing, I’ve never seen you help me.”

“Backtalking? You’re really asking for it. See if I don’t beat you today,” Vance seethed, glaring at him. “Listen, once we’re back in Argentum, you’ll transfer the stores under your name to me. I want the money, too. Otherwise, I’ll report you for not supporting your old man.”

With that, Vance stormed forward, grabbing Clark’s sleeve and searching through it. He found a pendant hanging from Clark’s waist and yanked it away.

Vance sneered, examining the pendant. “Sadie gave this to you? It must be worth something.” The pendant was smooth and translucent, clearly of high quality. It could likely fetch several hundred silver coins, so he quickly pocketed it.

The pouch contained several silver notes, a little over 500 thousand, meant for funeral expenses. Vance took everything and tossed the pouch back at Clark, saying, “I’ll take this for now. When we get back to Argentum, you’ll give me everything you’ve got. This is the last time I’ll ask.”

Clark, desperate, stuffed the pouch back into his sleeve and lunged to grab the pendant back. “You can take the money, but not the pendant. Give it back!”

Vance, seething with rage, shouted, “This pendant? What does it mean to Sadie and the Bourbon family? Johnathan and Rosemary only have two daughters. Are you really going to fight me over something like this? Let go, or I’ll make you regret it!”

Clark refused to let go, gripping the pendant tightly. Though he wasn’t a match for Vance physically, Vance had some combat experience. He elbowed Clark in the chest a few times, growling, “Let go!”

Clark, gasping in pain, refused to release his grip. Fearing the pendant would break, Vance relented, but his determination to claim the item grew. Without warning, he snatched a glass from the coffin’s edge and swung it at Clark’s head.

Clark felt the glass shatter against his skull, and warm blood began to pour from the wound. Everything went black for a moment, and he collapsed, clutching the pendant to his chest to protect it.

Vance, seeing Clark bleed so profusely, panicked. He crouched down and pushed Clark, asking frantically, “What happened to you?”

Clark, barely conscious, thought Vance was coming for the pendant again. With all his remaining strength, he shoved Vance, knocking him backward into the coffin. The coffin, balanced on two benches, toppled with a loud crash, and the lid slid forward, landing on Vance’s chest.

As the coffin tipped, Geoffrey’s eyes—wide open—stared up at Vance, who froze in terror. He fell to his knees, banging his head repeatedly on the ground, stammering in panic, “Geoffrey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I shouldn’t have said Clark wasn’t your son! I was wrong, I’ll slap myself if it’ll make you forgive me…”

His desperate self-flagellation filled the room, leaving everyone in shock. Isolde, hearing the noise, rushed back with Anthony and Hattie, her face hardening when she saw the coffin open and Geoffrey’s disfigured face. She kicked Vance with all her strength, yelling, “Get him out of here. Beat him first, then we’ll deal with him.”

Anthony, eager to get his hands on Vance, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside, where a series of blows rang out as he beat him soundly.

Isolde, her anger and sorrow overflowing, tended to Clark. As Hattie helped her steady the coffin, Isolde climbed onto it, rearranging the burial items and staring at Geoffrey’s eyes—remembering the unfair treatment he’d endured when returning home. She felt a surge of both fury and grief, and tears streamed down her face.

Hazel stepped forward, gently comforting her. “Don’t let it get to you. We’ve dealt with them. Let it out.”

Together, they lifted the coffin lid and placed it back, slowly pushing it into place. Isolde’s hand lingered on Geoffrey’s eyes, gently pressing them shut. Hazel was puzzled by the strange moment, but she understood that some things—life, death, and the mysteries of the soul—couldn’t be easily explained.

“Seal the coffin,” Isolde commanded softly. Those who hadn’t yet seen Geoffrey’s remains had already done so, and those who hadn’t, no longer needed to. Now that they were leaving for Argentum, it was time to seal it for good.