The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

"A woman sneaking around?" Eliza paused. "Is she alone?"
"Yes," Tina confirmed.
Eliza nodded. "Alright. Stay hidden—don't let anyone spot you."
"Understood." Tina disappeared in an instant.
Eliza calmly adjusted her robes, acting as if nothing was amiss. But just as she stepped over the threshold, a hand suddenly shot out, aiming straight for her face.
She was ready. Dodging to the side, she swiftly countered with a sharp slap.
Caught off guard, Sophie staggered back, clutching her stinging cheek. "Eliza, how dare you hit me!" she shouted.
"I did. What are you going to do about it?" Eliza smirked. "Maybe I should remind you—this isn't the first time."
"You!" Humiliated and furious, Sophie raised her hand to strike back.
But she was too slow. The moment she lifted her arm, Eliza grabbed it with her left hand and, without hesitation, delivered another slap with her right.
This one landed even harder. Sophie barely had time to react before both her cheeks swelled red.
Eliza studied her handiwork with satisfaction. "Go ahead. Try again. See what happens."
She had been waiting for the chance to put Sophie in her place. The opportunity had finally come, and honestly, she was tempted to add a few more slaps just to even the score.
Seeing the warning in Eliza's eyes, Sophie instinctively took a step back.
Realizing she was no match physically, she switched tactics. "Eliza, I'm still your sister. Is this how you treat family? What if I go to His Majesty and expose your true colors? Let's see how long you can keep up this act as the Holy Lady."
"Sister?" Eliza let out a short laugh. "Don't make me laugh. Last I checked, my mother never had another daughter."
"We may not share the same mother, but so what?" Sophie lifted her chin smugly. "Father and the others treat me like family. To them, I am their daughter. I am their sister.
"You used to have everything—Father's favor, our brothers' love. And now? It's all mine. That's why you ran away to become a nun, isn't it? Out of jealousy?"
Eliza shook her head. "Jealous? You've got it all wrong."
Sophie scoffed, "Even now, you're lying."
"I'm not lying," Eliza said evenly. "There's nothing about you to be jealous of."
Hatred—that was what she felt. Not jealousy.
She hated how Sophie had tormented her before the time reversal, how Sophie had stolen everything from her, how Sophie had tried to erase her entirely.
Even now, no matter where Eliza went, Sophie wouldn't leave her alone. She hated Sophie.
"Really?" Sophie sneered. "Then why are you avoiding Father and the others? You don't want to see how much they adore me, do you? Because it hurts you too much."
Eliza met her gaze, utterly expressionless. "The one who's really afraid and hurting here is you."
Sophie's smirk faltered. "Absurd. What do I have to be afraid of? Father and the brothers are all mine now. Even your fiancé, Caleb—he's on my side."
"Oh? Is that so?" Eliza said coolly. "Then why are you holding on to them so tightly? Why do you keep showing up in front of me, even after I've left the Stonor family?
"Are you afraid I'll take back what was once mine? Is that why you keep trying to control me?"
Sophie's expression stiffened. Eliza's words struck a nerve—one she hadn't even fully acknowledged herself.
Her face darkened. She glared at Eliza, her voice sharp. "So you're really not coming back to the Stonor family, huh?"
That was the truth, but Eliza wasn't about to let Sophie off so easily.
She smiled faintly. "Well, that depends. If Father and the others have a change of heart, maybe I'll consider reclaiming my place as the Duke of Mowbay's legitimate daughter."
Sophie's fingers curled into fists. The words legitimate daughter were like a slap to the face.
To the outside world, she was Gabriel's adopted daughter, taken in out of gratitude.
But in reality, she was Gabriel's biological daughter—just not from his legal wife. Not even from a concubine. She was an illegitimate child.
Unless Sophie erased Caroline's name from the Stonor family tree and replaced it with her own mother's, she would never outrank Eliza. Never be acknowledged as Gabriel's true daughter.
It was one of the reasons Sophie, before the time reversal, had even gone after Eliza's dead mother.
"Don't even think about it," Sophie snapped, her voice shrill with anger. "Since you left the Stonor family, don't bother dreaming about coming back."
Eliza was right—Sophie had considered dragging her back under control. But now it was clear Eliza wasn't the weak girl she used to be.
If she couldn't control Eliza, she'd rather destroy Eliza.
A flash of murderous intent flickered in Sophie's eyes. But just as she was about to speak, a cold shiver ran down her spine. It felt like someone was watching her.
Sophie turned abruptly—only to meet the icy gaze of Mary.
Mary's expression was chilling. "This is Saint Grace Nunnery. No trespassers allowed."
Caught in the act, Sophie tensed. But she had no particular fondness for Mary, so she quickly schooled her features back into indifference.
With a glance at Mary, then back at Eliza, she chuckled. "Well, Eliza, enjoy your time here. Spend the rest of your days with these old nuns."
And with that, she turned and walked away.
As soon as she was gone, Mary stepped forward, her face lined with concern. "Are you alright? Did she try to push you around again?"
Eliza smiled, warmth in her gaze. "Don't worry. I won't let her."
"Good." Mary nodded. "The Stonor family is getting more outrageous by the day. Letting an outsider's daughter trample all over their own flesh and blood."
She gently stroked Eliza's hair, her voice soft but firm. "Even though I've been in a nunnery, I'm not that stubborn. If you want revenge, I won't stop you."
She didn't expect Eliza to forgive the past. She just hoped the girl wouldn't follow the same tragic path her mother had once walked.
Back at Saint Grace Nunnery, Mary formally began teaching Eliza about medicine and poisons.
"To understand poisons, you must first learn how to neutralize them," Mary explained. "There are countless herbs in this world—some work together, some cancel each other out. Some are common, others rare and invaluable.
"Many look nearly identical but have vastly different effects. One small mistake could lead to disaster. So before anything else, you'll learn to identify them properly."
As lessons at Saint Grace Nunnery continued, with Eliza dedicating herself to her studies, she remained unaware that over at Nolan's estate, the gift she had sent last time had caused quite the stir.