The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

"What? She dumped water on you, huh? Just like yesterday?" Dylan's face darkened with shock and anger.
Sophie forced a bitter smile and waved it off. "It's fine, Dylan. It's just water. What really matters is that Eliza refuses to come home."
"How is that fine?" Dylan snapped. "That's too much. She claims she's not malicious, but she keeps bullying you. If that's not malicious, then what is?"
"Dylan, don't talk about Eliza like that," Sophie said, stomping her foot with exaggerated urgency. "No matter how she acted before, we have to get her back quickly. Otherwise, something terrible might happen!"
Dylan immediately latched onto her words. "What do you mean? Did Eliza cause some kind of trouble at Saint Grace Nunnery?"
"She..." Sophie hesitated, biting her lip as if struggling with what to say.
"What about her?" Dylan pressed, his impatience growing.
Finally, Sophie looked up, her expression filled with panic and hesitation. "I saw her... alone with a man on the back mountain of Saint Grace Nunnery. They were laughing and acting way too familiar. And even..."
"And what?" Dylan's eyes widened, his gut telling him something was seriously wrong. "Sophie, spit it out!"
"They were all over each other—hugging and everything," Sophie blurted out, as if she'd been holding it in.
The moment she said it, a wave of satisfaction washed over her. 'That's what you get for splashing me, Eliza,' she thought. 'You think you can just walk away from the Stonor family, huh? I have my ways.'
Dylan felt like he'd been struck by lightning. 'Alone with a man? Laughing? Hugging?' he thought and couldn't wrap his head around it.
Even as hotheaded as he was, he hesitated. "Sophie, are you absolutely sure? Didn't you misinterpret what you saw?"
It wasn't that he didn't trust Sophie, but this was huge. If true, Eliza would be in serious trouble—the kind even the king wouldn't overlook.
Sophie hadn't expected him to question her. Immediately, her face fell. "I saw it with my own eyes, Dylan! Why would I make this up? But if you don't believe me, then just forget it."
"No! I believe you. Of course, I believe you!" Dylan said quickly, cursing himself for doubting her even for a second.
'Sophie is kind and pure-hearted—she wouldn't lie about something like this,' he thought, and his anger reignited.
"This can't be ignored," he said, standing abruptly. "If Eliza's really doing something this disgraceful, I'll drag her back and let Father deal with her."
Without another word, Dylan stormed off to change. Moments later, he was already heading toward Mount Westin.
Watching his retreating figure, Sophie smirked to herself. Everything was falling into place. She wasn't worried about her story being questioned.
Knowing Dylan's temper, she was sure he'd resort to violence when confronting Eliza. Once that happened, there was no way they would have a civil conversation.
As Sophie predicted, when Dylan reached Saint Grace Nunnery and found the gates shut, he started pounding on them. "Open up! Open this door right now!"
From inside, a Reverend rushed forward. "Sir, please! The nunnery is closed to visitors—"
"I don't care if you're closed or not!" Dylan cut her off impatiently, his voice sharp. "Get Eliza out here right now. Or I swear I'll kick down this damn door and tear this place apart!"
The Reverend could tell right away that Dylan was trouble and had no intention of opening the door.
But after Dylan called out three times with no response, he lost patience and started kicking it.
Saint Grace Nunnery was a humble place, and its main gate was just two simple wooden doors. After a few hard kicks, they gave way with a loud bang before the Reverend could stop Dylan.
Dylan strode inside, shooting the Reverend a cold glare before pushing forward.
"Stop! Men aren't allowed inside Saint Grace Nunnery without permission," the Reverend protested.
Dylan shoved her aside without hesitation. "Get in my way again, and I'll kick you too."
He stormed through the main hall, his voice sharp and threatening as he demanded, "Where's Eliza?"
Terrified young nuns scattered at the sight of him, some nearly in tears.
By the time Eliza heard the commotion and rushed over, the scene was already a mess. "Stop this!" she snapped, fury flashing in her eyes. "Dylan, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Hearing her voice, Dylan turned to face her, his expression full of contempt. "Well, well. You finally decided to show yourself, huh?"
Eliza instantly knew Sophie had gotten to him, but she had no idea just how badly her name had been dragged through the mud.
Dylan crossed his arms. "I'll give you one last chance—for the sake of our so-called sibling bond. Pack your things and come back to the Stonor family right now."
Eliza's expression turned ice-cold. "I'm a nun now. I have no family. And I'm not going back."
Instead of getting angry, Dylan let out a laugh—bitter and full of disdain.
"A nun?" His tone was dripping with mockery. "You shameless thing, you dare to call yourself that, huh? I'm giving you a chance to leave with some dignity, but if you don't come quietly, you'll regret it."
Eliza's patience snapped. "Shameless? What the hell do you mean by that?"
She glared at him, her voice firm. "I have a clear conscience. How dare you say I don't deserve to call myself a nun? You'd better watch your mouth."
Dylan let out a cold chuckle and took a step forward. "Oh? Still acting all high and mighty, huh? Fine. You won't come willingly, but too bad—you don't have a choice."
Eliza's instincts screamed at her to run. But before she could move, Dylan lunged and grabbed her arm.
"Let go! You lunatic, let go of me!" she yelled, pounding on his arm with all her strength.
But Dylan was stronger. He gripped her wrist so tightly it ached, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free.
Ignoring her protests, Dylan started dragging her toward the gate. The nuns around them were frozen in fear, powerless to stop him.
Panic surged through Eliza's chest. 'No. I'm not going back. I can't go back to that hell,' she shouted inwardly.
Desperation flared in her eyes. Then, without thinking, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth hard into Dylan's arm.