The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 28: Chapter 28
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Caleb took a brutal beating. Not a single person stepped in to stop Dylan.
Even the young nobles watching from the sidelines were stunned. 'Marrying both of the Duke of Mowbay's daughters? Who does he think he is?' they thought.
They could tell just by looking at Gabriel's face—dark as a thundercloud—that if Caleb weren't relative, he might not have made it out alive.
Gabriel might have held back, but Dylan and the others didn't.
Benedict stayed out of it, but Matthew pretended to break up the fight while sneaking in a few punches of his own.
Before long, Caleb was sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain.
Cameron and his friends winced at the sight. Realizing they'd better get out before they became the next targets, they hurriedly said their goodbyes to Gabriel and slipped away—leaving Caleb behind.
Once Dylan and the others were satisfied, Sophie forced a stiff smile, jealousy flickering in her eyes. Through clenched teeth, she said, "Alright, Dylan, that's enough. Caleb must've just spoken without thinking."
She couldn't understand why Caleb, who had always despised Eliza, would suddenly offer her the position of concubine. She assumed he must have panicked when Eliza escalated things.
Dylan reluctantly stepped back for Sophie's sake, but the idiot had to open his mouth again. For the first time, Caleb actually contradicted Sophie.
"I wasn't speaking without thinking," he insisted. "I truly love Sophie, and Eliza truly loves me. Given the circumstances, how could I abandon either of them?"
Eliza was disgusted. Caleb was, without a doubt, the most self-absorbed, delusional man she had ever met. She couldn't believe she had ever thought he was worth anything.
Sophie's expression turned dark. If she could sew Caleb's mouth shut, she would.
Gabriel's voice was ice-cold. "Benedict, have him sent back to the Marquis's estate." His patience was razor-thin. "Tell his parents that if they can't teach their son properly, I'll do it for them."
Still oblivious, Caleb protested, "Uncle Gabriel, I meant every word! You can't—"
"Get out!" Gabriel bellowed, finally losing his temper.
Benedict didn't wait for more orders. He dragged Caleb out before he could humiliate himself further.
Once silence returned, Gabriel turned to Eliza. "I don't care if this is about Caleb or not. Today, you will beg the king to withdraw his decree. If you refuse, you're no longer part of this family."
Eliza met his gaze without flinching. "Thank you for your blessing, Father."
With that, she turned and walked away.
"You—" Gabriel was momentarily stunned by her nerve. His face darkened. "Stop right there, Eliza!"
She didn't pause and didn't look back.
Gabriel took a deep breath before snapping, "Dylan, Matthew, what are you waiting for? Take her back to her room."
"Yes, Father." The two brothers immediately moved to grab her.
Realizing things were about to take a turn for the worse, Eliza hiked up her skirts and ran, throwing etiquette to the wind. But there was no way she could outrun her brothers, both far more athletic than she was.
They caught up in no time. "Eliza, stop being so damn stubborn," Dylan said.
"If you don't want to piss off Father even more, you'd better go back," Matthew warned.
Dylan and Matthew blocked her path. Gabriel's voice was cold. "Take her away and lock her up. No one lets her out without my order."
Just then, a deep, lazy voice came from the main gate. "Quite the lively scene at the Duke's estate today."
Everyone turned to see a silver-haired man, strikingly handsome, striding in with several Black Flag soldiers. His sharp gaze swept over Sophie and the others, carrying an unmistakable authority.
Nolan's voice was calm but firm. "What's going on here?"
Benedict's expression shifted. He immediately pulled Eliza and Sophie down into a kneel. "We greet Your Highness, Prince Nolan."
Sophie's eyes lit up as she stared at Nolan.
Gabriel, however, didn't kneel. He merely frowned slightly and said, "So it's Prince Nolan. We're busy today, Your Highness. Perhaps you could visit another time."
He hadn't expected Nolan to show up. This was trouble.
Nolan, unfazed by Gabriel's lack of respect, responded smoothly, "It's okay. I'm not here as a guest today."
Then, turning to Eliza, he said, "Holy Lady of Walden, it's time. Let's go."
Eliza was surprised that the king had sent someone as important as Nolan to escort her. Normally, she might have felt intimidated. But right now, his presence was nothing short of a relief.
Since the late king's death, her father had built a stronghold of power within the court, surrounding himself with high-ranking officials. Even the king had to tread carefully around him.
But there was one person who could still keep Gabriel in check. Aside from the late king, the only man capable of doing so was the Prince Regent—Nolan.
Nolan had spent years on the battlefield, earning countless military victories and a fearsome reputation. He commanded an army of 500,000. If he had any interest in the throne, the country's ruler might have been him long ago.
But because he had remained fiercely loyal to the king, many officials held him in high regard. Since Nolan's return, Gabriel had gone out of his way to avoid him whenever possible.
However, Gabriel hadn't expected Nolan to be the one escorting Eliza to a nunnery.
Eliza gave Nolan a respectful nod. "Thank you for coming to escort me, Your Highness." She hesitated before adding, "I'd like to bring a few things with me. Would you mind waiting a moment?"
"You have fifteen minutes. Be quick," Nolan replied. "If you have too much to carry, ask the Black Flag soldiers for help."
The last time he had seen Eliza was outside the king's study, and the dim light had obscured her features. Now, he saw clearly—she was indeed a breathtaking young woman.
Uncharacteristically patient, Nolan gave her the time she requested.
Eliza accepted his offer and asked a few Black Flag soldiers to follow her as she headed toward her mother's room.
Dylan and Matthew moved to stop her, but the Black Flag soldiers unsheathed their blades in an instant—the cold metal nearly grazing them. The brothers paled and froze in place.
Gabriel's expression darkened. "Nolan, this is my home, not your battlefield. Keep your men in check."
Even the young nobles watching from the sidelines were stunned. 'Marrying both of the Duke of Mowbay's daughters? Who does he think he is?' they thought.
They could tell just by looking at Gabriel's face—dark as a thundercloud—that if Caleb weren't relative, he might not have made it out alive.
Gabriel might have held back, but Dylan and the others didn't.
Benedict stayed out of it, but Matthew pretended to break up the fight while sneaking in a few punches of his own.
Before long, Caleb was sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain.
Cameron and his friends winced at the sight. Realizing they'd better get out before they became the next targets, they hurriedly said their goodbyes to Gabriel and slipped away—leaving Caleb behind.
Once Dylan and the others were satisfied, Sophie forced a stiff smile, jealousy flickering in her eyes. Through clenched teeth, she said, "Alright, Dylan, that's enough. Caleb must've just spoken without thinking."
She couldn't understand why Caleb, who had always despised Eliza, would suddenly offer her the position of concubine. She assumed he must have panicked when Eliza escalated things.
Dylan reluctantly stepped back for Sophie's sake, but the idiot had to open his mouth again. For the first time, Caleb actually contradicted Sophie.
"I wasn't speaking without thinking," he insisted. "I truly love Sophie, and Eliza truly loves me. Given the circumstances, how could I abandon either of them?"
Eliza was disgusted. Caleb was, without a doubt, the most self-absorbed, delusional man she had ever met. She couldn't believe she had ever thought he was worth anything.
Sophie's expression turned dark. If she could sew Caleb's mouth shut, she would.
Gabriel's voice was ice-cold. "Benedict, have him sent back to the Marquis's estate." His patience was razor-thin. "Tell his parents that if they can't teach their son properly, I'll do it for them."
Still oblivious, Caleb protested, "Uncle Gabriel, I meant every word! You can't—"
"Get out!" Gabriel bellowed, finally losing his temper.
Benedict didn't wait for more orders. He dragged Caleb out before he could humiliate himself further.
Once silence returned, Gabriel turned to Eliza. "I don't care if this is about Caleb or not. Today, you will beg the king to withdraw his decree. If you refuse, you're no longer part of this family."
Eliza met his gaze without flinching. "Thank you for your blessing, Father."
With that, she turned and walked away.
"You—" Gabriel was momentarily stunned by her nerve. His face darkened. "Stop right there, Eliza!"
She didn't pause and didn't look back.
Gabriel took a deep breath before snapping, "Dylan, Matthew, what are you waiting for? Take her back to her room."
"Yes, Father." The two brothers immediately moved to grab her.
Realizing things were about to take a turn for the worse, Eliza hiked up her skirts and ran, throwing etiquette to the wind. But there was no way she could outrun her brothers, both far more athletic than she was.
They caught up in no time. "Eliza, stop being so damn stubborn," Dylan said.
"If you don't want to piss off Father even more, you'd better go back," Matthew warned.
Dylan and Matthew blocked her path. Gabriel's voice was cold. "Take her away and lock her up. No one lets her out without my order."
Just then, a deep, lazy voice came from the main gate. "Quite the lively scene at the Duke's estate today."
Everyone turned to see a silver-haired man, strikingly handsome, striding in with several Black Flag soldiers. His sharp gaze swept over Sophie and the others, carrying an unmistakable authority.
Nolan's voice was calm but firm. "What's going on here?"
Benedict's expression shifted. He immediately pulled Eliza and Sophie down into a kneel. "We greet Your Highness, Prince Nolan."
Sophie's eyes lit up as she stared at Nolan.
Gabriel, however, didn't kneel. He merely frowned slightly and said, "So it's Prince Nolan. We're busy today, Your Highness. Perhaps you could visit another time."
He hadn't expected Nolan to show up. This was trouble.
Nolan, unfazed by Gabriel's lack of respect, responded smoothly, "It's okay. I'm not here as a guest today."
Then, turning to Eliza, he said, "Holy Lady of Walden, it's time. Let's go."
Eliza was surprised that the king had sent someone as important as Nolan to escort her. Normally, she might have felt intimidated. But right now, his presence was nothing short of a relief.
Since the late king's death, her father had built a stronghold of power within the court, surrounding himself with high-ranking officials. Even the king had to tread carefully around him.
But there was one person who could still keep Gabriel in check. Aside from the late king, the only man capable of doing so was the Prince Regent—Nolan.
Nolan had spent years on the battlefield, earning countless military victories and a fearsome reputation. He commanded an army of 500,000. If he had any interest in the throne, the country's ruler might have been him long ago.
But because he had remained fiercely loyal to the king, many officials held him in high regard. Since Nolan's return, Gabriel had gone out of his way to avoid him whenever possible.
However, Gabriel hadn't expected Nolan to be the one escorting Eliza to a nunnery.
Eliza gave Nolan a respectful nod. "Thank you for coming to escort me, Your Highness." She hesitated before adding, "I'd like to bring a few things with me. Would you mind waiting a moment?"
"You have fifteen minutes. Be quick," Nolan replied. "If you have too much to carry, ask the Black Flag soldiers for help."
The last time he had seen Eliza was outside the king's study, and the dim light had obscured her features. Now, he saw clearly—she was indeed a breathtaking young woman.
Uncharacteristically patient, Nolan gave her the time she requested.
Eliza accepted his offer and asked a few Black Flag soldiers to follow her as she headed toward her mother's room.
Dylan and Matthew moved to stop her, but the Black Flag soldiers unsheathed their blades in an instant—the cold metal nearly grazing them. The brothers paled and froze in place.
Gabriel's expression darkened. "Nolan, this is my home, not your battlefield. Keep your men in check."
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