Chapter 191 “Wait… this pocket farm–can it respond to my thoughts?” Eliza frowned, glancing around the expanded space. All she’d wanted was a few bookshelves. Yet the entire space had transformed dramatically, almost as if it had evolved due to some hidden trigger. She mentally retraced everything she had done leading up to the change, but came up empty. If the farm could evolve once, it could surely do so again. Next time, she’d pay closer attention. She made her way back to the cabin–no, not a cabin anymore. It had become a towering loft. Inside, the structure was now split into seven levels, each with distinct purposes, The first and second floors were dedicated to medicinal herbs and poisonous compounds. The first floor held all manner of medical ingredients, with workbenches for grinding, brewing, and writing prescriptions–all fully equipped, from inkstone to paper, ready for use. The second floor mirrored the layout, except its shelves were filled with toxic substances, It was obvious these two levels were crafted for her–to aid her in mastering both medicine and poison. The third and fourth floors were a library. The third contained books she had personally brought in, but the fourth… those books seemed to belong to the pocket farm itself. A strange force barred her from reading many of them, like a restriction placed on her current abilities. She climbed to the fifth floor–and stopped dead. Suspended from the rafters were rows of iron cages. Most were empty, except one, Sophie. She had woken at some point and was now writhing helplessly inside the tightly bound, but she was conscious–barely. cage. Her eyes were still blindfolded, and her limbs Sophie’s breath caught as she heard the footsteps. Is it her? Is it Eliza? She was on the verge of losing her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, or had a clean drink of water. Every time she started to regain some awareness, Eliza would force her to ingest more of that drug–never lethal, but strong enough to knock her out. Over and over. Even now, she could feel herself unraveling. Kneeling in the cage, Sophie wept uncontrollably. As the footsteps drew closer, she bowed her head toward the sound and pleaded, her voice shaking with desperation. “Please… please let me go. I don’t want to die.” A sharp pain snapped through her scalp as someone grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pulled the gag from her mouth. “My mother died because of your mother, didn’t she?” Eliza’s tone was chillingly calm. Sophie’s body went rigid. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Her voice cracked. She coughed several times, her throat raw from disuse, barely able to speak. “You don’t have to keep lying,” Eliza said coolly. “I’ll find the proof soon enough. And when I do, you’re coming with me–to the grave.” Sophie clenched her teeth. “I told you–I don’t know anything. You can kill me, it won’t change that. And anyway… you can’t kill me.” Eliza let out a cold, low laugh. “Oh? Why not? You’re locked in my cage. Killing you would be the easy part. A shiver shot down Sophie’s spine. “If you kill me, my people will come for you. They’ll hunt you down–no matter where you run, no matter how far. If Eliza hadn’t already heard the truth from Gilbert, she might’ve hesitated. But now? “Is that so? Well then, let them come.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “As for you, don’t worry–I won’t let you die too quickly. Before that, you’re going to help me with something… a little experiment.” Sophie blinked in confusion–until something brushed against her shoulder. Then her neck. Something was crawling on her. She thrashed violently, trying to shake off whatever was skittering across her body. Outside the cage, Eliza watched with calm detachment as a large black spider, nearly the size of a fist, crawled lazily across Sophie’s back. It was massive and quick. Actually… Eliza thought it might be worth seeing that reaction. She reached out and tore off Sophie’s blindfold. The fifth floor of the pocket farm was sealed off from the outside world. Sophie could see whatever she wanted now–it didn’t matter. As her vision cleared, Sophie blinked rapidly… and then saw it. The spider dropped from the top of her head right in front of her eyes. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the loft. “Get it off me! What is that thing?! Eliza! What the hell is this? Get it off me right now!” Sophie flailed in … Read More “Than Your Daughter 191” »
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Chapter 190 Chapter 190 “Serenity’s position is special, Nolan chimed in thoughtfully. “She can’t travel to Vonalo Village often. But if you’re willing, Malaki, I could arrange for you to stay at Holy Cross Monastery. The abbot there is a friend, and it’s near Serenity’s herb field.” “If that’s possible, I’d be grateful,” Malaki said eagerly. Truth be told, he wanted to move right away. But he had things to sort through at home, so he’d need a couple of days before heading to the monastery. In the meantime, Nolan had all the books carefully packed and transported to Saint Grace Nunnery. He also assigned two Black Flag agents to remain behind and protect Malaki. Before leaving, he gave a quiet order: “Keep Malaki safe. If there are assassins–kill them. If anyone from the Stonor family shows up… wait. Let’s see how the old man reacts,” “Yes, sir.” Malaki clearly cared deeply for Eliza–but Nolan still wanted to know how he’d treat the sons of Caroline, the ones who shared her blood but bore the name Stonor. Eliza had no idea Nolan was keeping such a close eye on things. After returning to the nunnery, she shut her door and carefully transferred all the Padilla family books into her pocket farm. Most were in remarkably good condition, but some had suffered minor damage over time. She winced with every torn edge and smudged page as she sorted them. Then she noticed something extraordinary–dozens of medical texts written by Kassandra herself. Some were detailed herbology manuals, others journals filled with handwritten notes. Every line was a treasure trove of insight into medicinal planting. Eliza read hungrily, soaking in everything. There were herbs she recognized, and others she had never even heard of before. And then, in the third book, she froze. One familiar name jumped off the page: Bloodshade Blossom–Trial cultivation successful. Her eyes went wide. ‘Bloodshade Blossom?‘ The very same rare herb she had in her pocket farm? The one no one had seen outside ancient texts? Her great–grandmother had not only attempted to grow it–she had succeeded. The realization hit like lightning. It was almost too incredible to believe. Eliza flipped through those pages again and again, confirming it over and over. ‘Kassandra was amazing!‘ But… why had no trace of Bloodshade Blossom ever surfaced in the outside world? Maybe someone had taken it. Or maybe, during the massacre of the Padilla family, someone who didn’t recognize its value had destroyed it. Eliza suspected the latter. Otherwise, there would have been rumors–whispers in Hasen City. But there had been nothing. 1/9 Chapter 190 She stared at the book, her heart pounding the crud follow the men and cerfully transact the hookahe Blossom from her pocket farm into the outside world, the rhd grow mach more. And then, she could use the rare herbs inside her farm without fear of revealing its serra. Determined. Eliza carefully copied the pages word for word, then returned the books to her cabin, setting them wide with the reverence of sacred texts. Looking at the towering stacks of ancient books, the realized the was going to need a few shelves. But just as the thought crossed her mind, the ground beneath her shook. Before she could react, Eliza was suddenly tramponed–thrown out of the cabin and into the soft graus outside. She looked up. Her pocket farm had changed. The gentle brook had become a flowing river. Dozens of new herb plots stretched into the distance, organized and spacious, no longer cramped or crowded. The little cabin she had lived in was now a towering seven–story wooden pavilion, grand and awe–inspiring She stared, stunned. “What… what just happened?” Eliza blinked in disbelief, speechless as she looked at the sudden transformation of the pocket farm around her.
Chapter 189 Chapter 189 Eliza looked around and asked, “What is this place?” “This hidden chamber,” Malaki said, carefully brushing the dust from a bookshelf, “I dug it out over ten years ago. Mr. Padilla left behind many things–precious things. I didn’t dare store them in the village for fear they’d be discovered, so I moved them here, one piece at a time, and hid them deep in the mountain.” Eliza stepped inside and slowly took in the contents of the hidden room. The Padilla family hadn’t left behind much treasure in the traditional sense–no piles of gold or silver–but what remained was far more valuable: books. Shelf upon shelf of them, most originally from the Padilla family’s private library. “Back in the day,” Malaki said, his voice heavy with emotion, “the Padilla family was the pride of Hasen City–a noble house over a century old, with three generations of top scholars. At its height, no other family could compare. People would travel from all corners of the empire just for a single handwritten scroll from Mr. Padilla. And now… these treasures have been locked away in darkness for over a decade.” If Eliza hadn’t come today, Malaki feared these books might never have seen the light of day again. Hearing this, Eliza couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the fate of the Padilla family. Their downfall hadn’t been a matter of injustice–it had been political. They had chosen the wrong side. Just when victory seemed within reach, their enemies retaliated. And worse still, their so–called allies had turned their backs on them. “These might not be gold or jewels,” Malaki said, “but they are the true legacy of the Padilla family. I hope you’ll treasure them.” “They’re more precious than gold or jewels,” Eliza said earnestly. “I promise I’ll protect them.” Malaki was so moved he could only repeat, “Good… good… good,” three times in a row, his voice shaking. “It is,” Malaki smiled modestly. “Before I became the family butler, your great–grandmother–Kassandra–noticed I was bright and quick with my hands, so she kept me at her side. She taught me everything I know about cultivating herbs. Back then, I was her favorite little apprentice.” As he spoke, Malaki couldn’t stop smiling. Even his tone reverted to how he used to speak during his time at the Padilla estate. He might have been a servant, but the Padilla family had treated his entire family with kindness, and in his heart, they had long become part of his soul. “I see,” Eliza beamed. “After entering the temple, I began studying medicine under a master. Lately, I’ve taken a real interest in herbs. Do you think… you could teach me what you know?” Malaki blinked, surprised–then his joy erupted. “You’re learning medicine? And you love herbs too?” “Yes,” Eliza nodded. “Though I’m not very talented, and I haven’t had much guidance, so I’m still struggling to get the hang of it.” “No, no–how could that be?” Malaki said, his eyes lighting up. “You’re Caroline’s daughter! Your great–grandmother’s skills were legendary–she could heal the dying and bring back the hopeless. Her talent with herbs was unmatched. I’m sure you’ve inherited that gift.” He was practically glowing with happiness. “Don’t worry, Miss Eliza. As long as you wish to learn, I’ll teach you everything Kassandra once taught me.” “Then I’ll be counting on you,” Eliza said with a smile. The more Malaki looked at her, the more he liked her. He could hardly contain his joy. 1/1 Chapter 190 Chapter 190 “Serenity’s position is special, Nolan chimed in thoughtfully. “She can’t travel to Vonalo Village often. But if you’re willing, Malaki, I could arrange for you to stay at Holy Cross Monastery. The abbot there is a friend, and it’s near Serenity’s herb field.” “If that’s possible, I’d be grateful,” Malaki said eagerly. Truth be told, he wanted to move right away. But he had things to sort through at home, so he’d need a couple of days before heading to the monastery. In the meantime, Nolan had all the books carefully packed and transported to Saint Grace Nunnery. He also assigned two Black Flag agents to remain behind and protect Malaki. Before leaving, he gave a quiet order: “Keep Malaki safe. If there are assassins–kill them. If anyone from the Stonor family shows up… wait. Let’s see how the old man reacts,” “Yes, sir.” Malaki clearly cared deeply for Eliza–but Nolan still wanted to know how he’d treat the sons of Caroline, the ones who shared her blood but bore the name Stonor. Eliza had no idea Nolan was keeping such a close eye on things. After returning to the nunnery, she shut her door and carefully transferred all the Padilla family books into her pocket farm. Most were in remarkably good condition, but some had suffered minor damage over time. She winced with every torn edge and smudged page as she sorted them. Then she noticed something extraordinary–dozens of medical texts written by Kassandra herself. Some were detailed herbology manuals, others journals filled with handwritten notes. Every line was a treasure trove of insight into medicinal planting. Eliza read hungrily, soaking in everything. There were herbs she recognized, and others she had never even heard of before. And then, in the third book, she froze. One familiar name jumped off the page: Bloodshade Blossom–Trial cultivation successful. Her eyes went wide. ‘Bloodshade Blossom?‘ The very same rare herb she had in her pocket farm? The one no one had seen outside ancient texts? … Read More “Than Your Daughter 189” »
Chapter 188 “Serenity,” Nolan said softly, brushing away the tear that slipped down Eliza’s cheek, “don’t grieve for someone who never loved you. He’s not worth it.” That one sentence struck straight to the heart. “You’re right,” Eliza whispered, taking a deep breath and forcing the sorrow back down. “He never was.” “Don’t let it bring you down,” Malaki added gently. “You may no longer be part of the Stonor family, but you are a Padilla. You carry Caroline’s blood–you belong to us.” “Don’t let it bring you down,” Malaki added gently. “You may no longer be part of the Stonor family, but you are a Padilla. You carry Caroline’s blood–you belong to us.” It was the truth. And with the pain now spoken aloud, Malaki’s heart began to lift. For years, he had thought the Padilla family line had ended, but now–with her return–the family had hope again. “You’re right, Malaki,” Eliza said. “I may have left the Stonor family behind, but the Padilla family… that’s still mine.” She hadn’t felt a deep connection with her mother’s side when she was young–her maternal relatives had fallen early, and the bond had faded. But now, something had shifted. There was a strange but certain sense of belonging taking root in her chest. “I’m Caroline’s daughter. Of course I’m a Padilla.” She smiled. “Besides, Mr. Stonor already erased my name from the Stonor family registry. If I’m going to be listed anywhere, it’ll be in yours.” “Yes! Yes, we have a family tree–we do!” Malaki’s eyes lit up. “Back then, Mr. Padilla knew the path ahead would be dangerous, so he left behind some heirlooms just in case. When the family fell, I brought them here to keep them safe. I never had a chance to give them to Caroline–but now that you’re back, they’re yours. Come on, I’ll show you.” He turned to lead the way, but then suddenly paused and looked toward Nolan. “Your Highness, would you mind waiting here? This is a family matter–Eliza and I will be right back.” Nolan gave a small nod. He had no objections–this was Padilla business, after all, and it wasn’t his place to intrude. That one sentence made Nolan straighten where he stood. Malaki turned back and studied Nolan for a long moment, then nodded slightly. “You don’t have to worry,” Nolan said quietly. “I’m not Gabriel. And I never will be.” His voice was steady, but his heart was a storm. She trusted him–and he would be worthy of that trust. He smiled. “Besides, I can give Serenity more than he ever could.” Eliza froze for a split second. She looked up at Nolan, then muttered awkwardly, “You don’t have to give me anything.” After all, they were just friends. Trusted friends, sure–but still friends. And she should probably start watching her boundaries a bit more. Dense as ever, she completely missed the meaning behind his words. But Malaki wasn’t so oblivious. His sharp eyes widened slightly, and after a moment’s pause, he walked straight over to Nolan. “Forgive me for asking, but… may I have your full name?” 1/0 Chapter 188 “Nolan Bennett,” he said, tone serious and direct. Malaki blinked, then gasped. “Wait–you mean the Bennett family? You’re that prince from the royal line?” Nolan lifted an eyebrow. “That’s right.” He hadn’t expected anyone to still remember. After all, the Bennett family was wiped out when he was just an infant. He’d grown up alone–the last surviving heir. Malaki burst out laughing. “What a twist of fate! After all these years, the Padilla and Bennett families are connected again.” Nolan tilted his head slightly. “Connected? What do you mean?” +83) He was too young when his family fell to remember much about their history. But it was clear that Malaki knew things even he didn’t. “Of course,” Malaki said, his voice warm with nostalgia. “Your mother and Caroline were the closest of friends in their youth. The Bennett and Padilla families were deeply bonded because of them. They visited each other often, and their friendship was well–known.” At that, Eliza and Nolan exchanged a glance. 1 Malaki continued with a chuckle, “In fact, before either of you were born, the two women even made a little pact–to betroth their future children. If one had a boy and the other a girl, they’d be matched from birth. There’s even a token to seal the agreement.” Nolan nearly burst out laughing. ‘Are you kidding me?‘ A childhood betrothal with Eliza? The Padillas had one daughter. The Bennetts had one son. It could only mean them. He barely managed to contain himself. It was almost ridiculous how giddy he felt–like a lovesick teenager. He hadn’t felt this out of control since… well, ever. “So… this token,” Nolan said, clearing his throat, trying to sound composed while discreetly pressing a fist to his lips. “Is it still around?” Eliza looked completely bewildered. “Wait–why are you asking about that?” She stared at Nolan, eyes wide with suspicion. Something about this felt extremely weird. Before Malaki could dig the hole any deeper, Eliza quickly cut him off. “Alright, that’s enough about long–forgotten arrangements. I’m a nun now–whatever childhood betrothal there was, it doesn’t apply to me and Nolan. It’s… not appropriate.” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 188” »
Chapter 187 Malaki stumbled out of the house, nearly tripping in his haste. The moment he opened the door and saw Eliza, his weathered face crumpled, and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at her as if she were a ghost from his past, overwhelmed with grief and longing. But after a few heartbeats, the dream faded. He shook his head slowly, the flicker of hope extinguished. “You’re not Caroline… You’re not her,” he murmured, almost apologetically. Caroline was dead. She could never return. “You must be her daughter–Eliza, isn’t it?” Malaki said, his voice trembling. Eliza nodded gently. “That’s me. And… you are?” She had no idea who he was or how to address him. +83 Malaki wiped his eyes, and then–without warning–dropped to his knees in front of her. “My name is Malaki Padilla. Years ago, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by Mr. Padilla to serve as the family butler. I was born into the household, the same day, same month, same year as the head of the family. He granted me the Padilla surname–a gift I’ve carried ever since, even after leaving. I never wanted to forget the family I once served.” “Please don’t,” Eliza said quickly, reaching down to help him up. But at the mention of “Mr. Padilla,” Malaki shook his head If you don’t mind, just call me Malaki.” Eliza smiled faintly. “Alright, Malaki it is.” sly. “No, no. I’m not worthy of such a title–not from you. “Ah, thank you, thank you.” Malaki beamed. “Come in, please. My place is small, but I hope you won’t mind. Let’s sit down and talk inside.” Even though she wasn’t Caroline, seeing her–so much like her mother–filled his heart with emotion. In his aged eyes, there was no one else in the world but Eliza. Nolan, who had been entirely ignored throughout this tearful reunion, didn’t seem to mind. Without waiting for an invitation, he followed Eliza inside. With his tall frame, the space suddenly felt far more cramped than it had moments before. It was only then that Malaki finally noticed the noble–looking young man trailing Eliza. “And… this gentleman is?” he asked politely. Eliza replied, “Malaki, this is His Highness, the Prince Regent. It was his people who discovered you were living here in this village, and he brought me here.” “The Prince Regent?” Malaki’s eyes widened, and he immediately bowed. “Your Highness, please accept my respect.” But Nolan caught him before his knees could hit the ground. “There’s no need for formality. I’m sorry for arriving so suddenly and disturbing your peace.” “No, no disturbance at all,” Malaki said with a smile. “Now that I’ve seen Eliza again, I could die happy.” “Don’t talk like that,” Eliza said, half–chiding, half–concerned. “We’ve just reunited. You’re not allowed to say such things.” Malaki shook his head, his voice soft. “Don’t worry about me. I know my body. It won’t be long now.” He didn’t say it out loud, but the heaviness in his tone spoke volumes. 1/3 Chapter 187 3.85% 83 Then, as if trying to distract himself from the topic, he asked, “Eliza, what about the others–Benedict, Dylan, Matthew, and Anthony? Are they well?‘ Tve been too afraid to leave this village all these years, Malaki confessed with a sigh. “Even though Hasen City is so close, I’ve heard nothing of your lives.” Eliza answered, “They’re still with the Stonor family… though I’m not. Dylan might not be either–I’m not sure.” Malaki’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? Did Mr. Stonor cast you out of the family?” His tone sharpened suddenly, his old voice rising in anger. “No,” Eliza shook her head. “He didn’t drive me out. I left on my own.” “Why? What happened? You were a family. Why would you leave?” Malaki’s eyes were filled with concern, his worry completely genuine. His sincerity warmed her heart. She hesitated, then decided not to share everything. Instead, she gave him a simplified version. “Something happened, but it’s not a big deal anymore. I’ve left the Stonor family. I’ve become a nun now, but the King was kind enough to bestow me the title of Holy Lady. So things turned out well.” Tears sprang to Malaki’s eyes again. ‘A noble daughter, now a nun‘ She must have suffered something terrible in the Stonor household to choose such a path–abandoning wealth, status, and a family name. “I knew it,” Malaki muttered. “Gabriel was never a good man. The moment Caroline died, he broke his promise to the Padilla family. Eliza, startled by the name, hesitated. “Malaki… are you saying you know something about my father? What did he do?” Now that he knew Eliza had left the Stonor family, there was no reason to keep the truth from her. Malaki’s voice turned solemn. “Years ago, the Padilla family supported the former emperor’s rise to the throne. But one night, we were betrayed. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 187” »
“Do you even know how much the Prince Regent hates being approached by women? And you—you want to be his consort?” Fletcher’s voice dripped with scorn as he tore into her. “Who do you think you are? What makes you think getting close to him won’t make him want to slit your throat on the spot?” He stepped forward, eyes sharp, words cruel. “A lowborn girl like you should go back to your embroidery hoop and stop dreaming up these ridiculous schemes. I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense. Get out” “I know one of the Prince Regent’s secrets,” Isabelle said suddenly, her voice calm, precise. “If I use it, he won’t reject me.” Fletcher narrowed his eyes, lips twisting into a cold smile. “You know a secret of his? What could you possibly know?” “I got it from Eliza,” Isabelle replied, not a flicker of guilt on her face, not a tremor in her voice. “Eliza?” Fletcher’s expression darkened. “Didn’t the two of you fall out over that incident? Why would she tell you anything?” “It’s true we had a falling out,” Isabelle said with practiced composure. “But Eliza’s too soft–hearted. All I had to do was cry in front of her, and she forgave me.” “Of course it’s true,” Isabelle said. “If you don’t believe me, feel free to send someone to verify it. We met again this afternoon, talked things through, and she forgave me. I even escorted her to Regent’s Manor afterward.” Fletcher stroked his chin, thoughtful. “So? Wh this you secret I claim to know?” Isabelle offered a ‘smile that was just a little too sweet. “Forgive me, I can’t say yet. If I told you now, it might get you into trouble.” At that, Fletcher instantly lost interest in prying further. “Fine, have it your way.” “So… about what I mentioned earlier…” Fletcher cut her off. “The Prince Regent isn’t someone you mess with lightly. I’m not risking everything for a lowborn daughter like you. If you really want to become his woman, then make him come ask me himself. If he says he wants you, I’ll step aside.” ‘Old fox,‘ Isabelle cursed inwardly. Always leaves no cracks to squeeze through. But that was fine. Even if it wouldn’t be easy, she had her ways. What neither Nolan nor Eliza knew yet was that they’d both just been dragged into Isabelle’s schemes without the slightest warning. At that very moment, Eliza was in the study at Regent’s Manor, calmly reporting to Nolan everything about Gilbert- including the deal they struck. Nolan leaned back, a faint smile curling his lips. “And you’re confident going up against him on your own?” “I’m not exactly alone,” Eliza replied, chewing a piece of pastry before continuing. “I’ve got Tina. She’s more than enough to make up for what I lack. I may not be the best in a fight, but Tina’s strong–and when you add my poisons into the mix, Gilbert won’t know what hit him.” “Good. If you think you can handle it, I won’t interfere,” Nolan said. “But if anything goes wrong, I want you to come to me— no hesitation, no matter what happens. Understood?” Eliza nodded hard and kept nibbling her pastry. “That’s the only reason you came to see me today?” Nolan asked after a pause. 1/3 11:08 Thu, 17 Apr Chapter 186 “That’s right. Just this.” Ungrateful brat, Nolan thought, amused. And here I was hoping she came because she missed me. 85%餘 Still, he didn’t really expect her to figure things out so quickly. The road ahead was long, and with Eliza, it would have to be taken one step at a time. “Oh, that reminds me,” Nolan added. “I do have a piece of news for you. “What is it?” Eliza stopped mid–bite and looked up with interest. With practiced case, Nolan reached out and wiped a crumb from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips. She stiffened slightly, instinctively leaning back–but before she could fully retreat, he said calmly, “One of my men recently tracked down a member of the Padilla family–from the ones who once lived in Hasen City.” Eliza froze. Her entire body went still. “Wait… Really?” “Of course,” Nolan said, withdrawing his hand and dabbing his fingers with a handkerchief. ‘Do I look like someone who’d lie to you?” “No–it’s just…” Eliza shook her head quickly. “I’m shocked, that’s all.” She wasn’t doubting him—but as far as she knew, all members of the Padilla family in Hasen City had long since been wiped out, except for a few distant relatives who fled years ago. The idea that someone from the original family had survived–it was staggering. “Want to go see him?” Nolan asked. “He’s not far. Just outside Hasen City.“– “Right outside…?” Eliza murmured, then said quickly, “Yes. I want to see him.” If this person really was from her mother’s side of the family, she had to know. “Alright. Let’s head out now,” Nolan said. “I already had the carriage prepared.” He had expected this reaction. He knew Eliza so well by now, sometimes it felt like he knew her better than she knew herself. She was still caught up in her thoughts when, two hours later, the carriage rolled up to the outskirts of Vonalo Village. What a coincidence. If she had time after the visit, she might as well look for the old man too. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 186” »
Chapter 185 She tossed the insult over her shoulder and walked up to the gate. +83 “Your Grace,” the guards greeted her with a respectful bow. No one tried to stop her. They simply stepped aside and let her in. Isabelle stood frozen on the steps outside, watching Eliza disappear into the manor like she belonged there. “What now, my lady?” her maid asked nervously. “Eliza clearly has a close relationship with His Highness. If you plan to go against her, it won’t be easy.” Isabelle narrowed her eyes. “It’s fine. I have my ways.” She gave a soft, eerie smile, turned on her heel, and climbed back into her carriage. “Take me home,” she ordered. Not long after, outside the Henderson estate study. “Father.” “Come in,” said Fletcher Henderson, not even looking up. Isabelle pushed the door open and entered quietly. Her father didn’t spare her a glance. His pen scratched against paper as he said flatly, “If you’ve got something to say, say it quickly. Don’t waste my time.” That was Fletcher Henderson–the head of the Henderson family. A man who saw power and influence as the only things worth his attention. Not even his children mattered. Isabelle still remembered the winter she was nearly frozen to death in the back courtyard. The main wife and her daughters bullied and neglected her. No one cared–until she saved Eliza, just once. Everything changed after that. Suddenly, the same people who mistreated her started to fear her. Even Fletcher, the father she hadn’t seen in over ten years, finally summoned her and praised her as a “good daughter.” From that moment on, Isabelle understood what she had to do: flatter Eliza, cling to her, serve her if she must. As long as she stayed close to Eliza, her status in the Henderson family would remain untouchable. And she did stay close. That one act of kindness earned her a place by Eliza’s side. She became her confidante, her shadow, her “best friend“-because that’s what Eliza used to say. “We’re best friends.” Back then, their bond was so close, there was simply no room for anyone else–it was just the two of them, inseparable. Of course they were best friends. At least, that’s what Isabelle had always believed. She’d even felt a smug little pride about it more times than she could count. But everything changed that day. The day their unshakable bond was suddenly torn apart by someone else. That was right–by that wretched woman named Diana. That wretched little brat showed up and ruined everything. She even had the audacity to say, “So you’re Isabelle? Thank you for saving my best friend. Without you, Eliza might’ve really been in danger.” Her voice was so soft, so familiar. She even thanked Isabelle. That was the day Isabelle realized what jealousy truly felt like. 1/2 11:07 Thu, 17 Apr Chapter 185 She hated Diana. Hated her for taking what was hers. If Diana had never shown up, Eliza would have remained hers alone, Isabelle had even thought of how to deal with her. But in the end, she smiled and played along. She joined their little trio like it was nothing. Until half a year ago, when she didn’t push Diana–but shoved Eliza into the water instead. Even now, the memory of Eliza thrashing in that cold lake–shocked, betrayed–made Isabelle tremble. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. She was standing in her father’s study, and she had something to say. She took a deep breath, buried the emotion, and said calmly, “Father, I want to belong to the Prince Regent Fletcher finally looked up, sharply. His eyes narrowed. “What did you just say?” Isabelle stood tall and repeated without flinching, “Exactly what you think I said. I don’t care if it’s as a concubine–I want you to send me to him.” “You’ve lost your mind,” Fletcher snapped.
Chapter 184 85% “We really don’t need to see each other again, do we?” Eliza said coolly, her voice devoid of warmth. Isabelle let out a sigh. “You’re really heartless, Liza. I used to think of you as my best friend “Stop calling me that,” Eliza snapped, her brows drawing together. “And for the record, I was never your friend.” Isabelle froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. “I heard you became a nun. I didn’t expect that. Honestly, I thought you were just trying to compete with Sophie for attention.” Eliza didn’t respond. She simply turned and walked away. But Isabelle wouldn’t let her go that easily. “Wait up! Come on, we’ve barely said two words–old friends meeting again, aren’t we supposed to catch up?” She caught up to Eliza’s side and openly scanned her up and down. “Tsk, what a shame. You haven’t shaved off your beautiful hair yet. I was actually curious to see what you’d look like with a bald head Still, Eliza ignored her. Isabelle went on like she was chatting over coffee. “Though, I have to admit–you wear that black habit surprisingly well Simple, yes, but on you, it’s got a certain… charm.” She complimented Eliza over and over, as if they were still close–like nothing had ever gone wrong between them. Eliza’s patience finally snapped. “That’s enough, Isabelle.” She stopped in her tracks, turned sharply to face her, and said, “There is nothing between us now. So stop acting like we’re still close.” “Wow,” Isabelle gave a half–smile, raising her hand to cover her mouth in mock offense. “So cold, Liza. That really hurts.” Then her voice dropped lower, more intimate, more poisonous. “And who says we have nothing left between us? Aren’t we still enemies? Or have you forgotten how I shoved you into that lake and nearly watched you drown? Don’t you hate me for that?” Eliza had hated her. For a long time, she had wrestled with that pain, that betrayal. She’d wondered why Isabelle would do something so cruel. But now? It didn’t matter anymore. “I don’t hate you, Isabelle,” she said calmly. “Not anymore. But that doesn’t mean things can go back to the way they were. You know that. So stop pretending you don’t.” “No,” Isabelle’s smile faded. She looked straight at Eliza, voice turning sharp. “You’re right–we can’t go back. But I don’t care.” All she wanted was for Eliza to hate her. Hate meant attention. Hate meant Eliza still felt something. “Do what you want,” Eliza said coldly. “Just stay out of my sight.” She turned to leave again, but Isabelle followed right behind as if nothing had happened. “Where are you headed? You don’t have a carriage anymore, right? Need a lift?” “I don’t,” Eliza replied without turning. “Then let’s walk together,” Isabelle said sweetly. “I’ve got nothing else to do–might as well keep you company.” Eliza paused, glanced at her, and said, “Fine. If you want to follow, then follow. Just don’t run away later.” 1/2 TU, 17 A Chapter 184 85% With that, she strode off in a clear direction, her pace purposeful. Isabelle and her maid trailed after her. For a while, they followed without a word–until Eliza stopped at the gates of Regent’s Manor. The moment Isabelle saw where they were, her expression changed. “What are you doing here?” Eliza turned, her tone light but edged with ice. I’m here to pay a visit–and to thank His Highness, of course, Without his protection on the road back from Plutonville, I suppose you and I would be having this conversation in hell.” The sarcasm stung, but Isabelle only arched an eyebrow. “Ich. I knew Sophie was useless, but I didn’t expect her to fail this quickly,” Eliza gave a cold laugh. “She’s a failure, sure. But you’re no better. So maybe don’t act so smug 市 AD
“Eliza, do you even have a conscience?” Matthew leapt down from the carriage and stormed straight up to her, unleashing his fury without restraint. “How could you kill so many shadow guards? They were our people! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Father’s been sick with rage because of you!” I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Eliza said flatly, not even sparing him a full glance. “You really are heartless, Matthew snapped. Tm heartless?” Eliza gave a cold laugh. “Then what does that make Sophie? A saint? Don’t forget, even you tried to poison her–you absolute scum.” “I did it because I wanted to, Matthew shot back, his eyes burning. “And if it weren’t for you, Sophie would never have turned on me “Oh, you idiot,” Eliza muttered. She turned to leave, but Matthew blocked her path: “Where do you think you’re going? Tell me–did you hide Sophie? Where is she? Bring her back to me, I told you already–I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. “If you’re so desperate to find her, go look for her younell. I’m not your answer” Matthew clenched his jaw so tight looked like his teeth might shatter. “Don’t think I won’t lay a hand on you just because someone powerful’s backing you now? Before he could finish. Eliza slapped him hard across the face. She raised her chin and stared him down, eyes glinting with defiance. “Too late. I already land a hand on you. What now? You gonna hit me hack! Co on–try me.” Matthew’s hand shot up, trembling with fury–but in the end, he let it fall Eliza sneered. So you ve finally learned your place. About time, too. Because if you try anything stupid again, the whole Stonor family can rot in prison together” “You’re getting too full of yourself. Eliza Matthew hissed “Too bad. I like being full of myself With that, she shoved past him and headed downhill, leaving Matthew standing at the roadside, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked “Idiot. Moron Brain–dead bunan,” Eliza grumbled as she walked, her anger still simmering “You’re just as useless as that fool Caleb She kept cursing under her breath until the fire in her chest finally died down. Only then did she pick up her pare, making her way toward Haven City Before long, a slow–moving ox cart rumbled up the path. The driver wa villager from nearby, someone who oben ferried the nuns of Saint Grace Nunnery into town. He wased warmly from the front of the cart. “Headed to Haven City again? Hop in.” didn’t refuse. She pulled out a comms and handed them over. Thanks.” 11:06 Thu, 17 Apr Chapter 183 “Oh come on now,” the driver, Jackson Hunt, chic time.” chuckled – You folks are always so polite. Its on the way–oneed to pay every Eliza smiled. “Mary’s strict. If I don’t pay. I’ll get scolded when I get back. So please–pust take it She wouldn’t actually be scolded, but it was only fair to give what was due Jackson laughed and finally accepted the coins. “Well, can’t have you getting in trouble over this” Noticing how clean and neat Eliza looked, he instinctively wiped his hands on his thirt before taking the money. As the cart rolled on, they chatted now and then–Jackson being a man who loved a good talk “So what’re you heading into the city for today?” he asked. “If it’s along the way, I’ll drop you off” “I’m just going to pick up some supplies for planting medicinal herbs,” Eliza replied. “Ah, now that’s a good trade,” Jackson nodded. “Heard you can make decent money growing the right ones.” He perked up, clearly delighted by the topic. There’s this old man in Vonalo Village near us, real legend when it comes to herbs. People’ve tried to hire him for crazy money just to help them grow stuff, but he won’t budge. Says he’s too old doesn’t want the fuss–just grows his own and sells a little here and there.” Eliza’s curiosity was piqued. “What kind of herbs does he grow “Loads,” Jackson said, then lowered his voice, as if sharing a great secret. They say he even grew ginseng “Seriously?” Eliza’s eyes widened. “That’s impressive.” “Right? I’ve never seen it myself, but folks in Vonalo Village swear it’s true,” Jackson said earnestly. “I mean, think about it— why would all those rich folks go knocking on his door if he was just growing common herbs: Makes sense, doesnt it?” Eliza had to admit, he had a point. She leaned forward with interest. “What’s his name? Where exactly does he live in Vonalo Village?” She asked until she’d gotten every detail straight, then made a mental note to visit the old man once she got back. … Read More “Than Your Daughter 183” »
Chapter 182 11 When Eliza said she wanted to keep his Soul Centipede, Gilbert forced an awkward smile and muttered, “But you don’t even need Simba. Why insist on keeping it?” “Who said I don’t need it?” Eliza gave him a faint smile. “I was just thinking—it’d be interesting to study the poison in your little g Gilbert sighed in defeat. “Finc Sometimes one really couldn’t fight back when he was under someone else’s roof He looked at her and asked. “Then… can you let me go now!“ Eliza raised an eyebrow, turned her back to him, and reached into the wooden bucket to retrieve the venomous centipede Once she had stored it safely inside her pocket farm, she nodded at Tina. Tina stepped forward and, with a single sweep of her sword, cut through the ropes binding Gilbert Finally freed, Gilbert shook off the shredded cords and stretched out his limbs. As he moved, he casually asked. “If you’re into poisonous creatures. I’ve got a few more back home–spiders, scorpions, fire ants… Want some? I could bring them over next time.” *I want them all.” Eliza said bluntly. Gilbert stared at her. “Wow. You’re not even trying to be polite, huh? You think you can manage that many? What if they Turn on you?” Eliza smiled again and said sweetly, “That’s none of your concern.” – “Tch. Like I care what happens to you.” Gilbert rolled his eyes. T’m just worried you’ll get too cocky and end up dead from: one of my pets. Then I’ll have to go find another genius to help me study the antidote. What a pain Eliza’s gaze sharpened. “Don’t even dream about it. If I die, I’ll make sure to drag you and Sophie into the grave with me.” It wasn’t a threat–it was a promise. Either help her uncover the truth, or die. Gilbert raised both hands. “Fine, fine. I’ll go find someone to investigate.” With that, he left her little kitchen. As he passed a cluster of hallucinogenic herbs, he reached out to pluck one. But before his fingers could touch a single leaf, Eliza’s voice floated over, calm and cold. “If you so much as touch my plants, I’ll slice Simba into pieces.” Gilbert instantly pulled his hand back. “Alright, alright! Geez, stingy.” He should be grateful he was allowed to walk out of her courtyard in one piece. Now he even wanted to steal from her! “Tina, kick him out,” Eliza said. “No need! No need!” Gilbert cried, bolting for the gate. “I know the way!” Once he was gone, peace returned to the courtyard. And as it turned out, he hadn’t. Sophie was hiding a secret formula. Thu, 17 Apr Chapter 182 85% But it wasn’t written on paper. The formula was tattooed–almost like a brand–on her thigh. Without a thorough search, it would’ve gone unnoticed. Eliza pulled out pen and paper, copying the recipe down word for word. When she was done, the bound Sophie up again and sat in the little cabin, poring over the formula. To her surprise, one of the key ingredients was Bloodshade Blossom. “No wonder Sophie never managed to complete the antidote, Eliza murmured. “She had the formula, but not the herb That was the difference between them. Eliza had both the formula and the herb. If Gilbert and the others were still banking on Sophie to make the cure, they might as well dig their graves now. But just because Eliza could make it didn’t mean she would–at least, not for free. She wasn’t the only one who needed that antidote. She sighed. She’d have to find a way to transplant her pocket farm’s herbs–especially the Bloodshade Blossom–into the outside world. Once she’d memorized the key components of the formula, she tucked it away and made plans to head down the mountain the next day. The following morning, after packing her things and locking the door behind her, Eliza noticed that the Dendrobium she’d transplanted the day before was doing surprisingly well. She walked over to check and suddenly remembered she had watered this patch with diluted spirit water. The soil should still be rich in spiritual energy–she just didn’t know if it would be enough for the plant to fully adapt to its new environment. After finishing her morning rituals at the temple hall and reciting the daily blessings. Eliza walked to the side hall where her mother’s memorial plaque was kept. She lit the incense candles there and had just straightened up when she spotted Mary walking over with the eternal flame lamp in her hands. “Mary, you shouldn’t be doing that,” Eliza said. “Tending the flame is my job.” Mary smiled gently. “It’s no trouble.” She set the lamp down carefully and glanced at Eliza. “Someone visited your courtyard yesterday, didn’t they?” “Yes. It was that foreigner, Gilbert. But I’ve already handled it.” “Handled it? That fast? I heard he’s skilled with poisons and insects,” “He is,” Eliza grinned, “but not as skilled as I am. After all, I was trained by you.” Mary arched a brow. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Now tell me–where are you sneaking off to today?” Eliza blinked, “How did you know?” … Read More “Than Your Daughter 182” »