The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Stonor stumbled and collided with the sharp corner of the vanity.

She clenched her lips, already understanding the situation-just like in her past life, the stricks Sophie had pulled on her were happening.

Seeing Sophie's 's smug gexpression, Eliza instantly realized she was about to fall into another one of her schemes.

Bending down to gather the scattered gown, Eliza said, with a calm facade. "Honestly, I don't understand. What did I do to upset you so much, Sophir? Why don't you enlighten me?" Before Sophie could open her mouth, Dylan Stonor cut in, his voice sharp. "You know exactly what you've done!" Eliza's eyes grew colder. She couldn't help but think-she hadn't realized it before, but now it was clear. Dylan was blind to the truth.

Right under his nose, he couldn't even see who the real culprit was and who was innocent. Maybe, even if he could see, he'd still choose to believe whatever Sophie cold him.

Dylan shot Eliza a furious look, then turned to pat Sophie on the shoulder, comforting her in a voice that was almost too sweet, "Don't worry, Sphic, If something's wrong, just tell me. I'll make sure everything's set right The closeness between them was almost suffocating, and Dylan didn't even try to hide it.

Sophie blinked her doe-like eyes, her voice trembling with faux distress, "Dylan, it hurts so much" Sophie knew exactly how to push Dylan's buttons. She didn't need to say much- just a few words, and Dylan was already seeing red.

Sure enough, the second Dylan saw Sophie's pitiful expression, his temper flared, and he lost all reason, He remembered that Sophie had cried out in pain only after touching the gown, and that led him to the "truth" in his mind.

Aloud slap landed squarely on Eliza's cheek.

"Well, Eliza, I thought you promised to make things right for Sophie, but it turns out you're just as nasty as I thought, messing with the gown like that!" Dylan yelled, his face flushed with rage.

Eliza's left cheek burned with the sting, but she gritted her teeth, fury boiling inside her. 1 need to Here, no ed to get out of this family: to matter what she did, everyone would take Sophie's side. Leaving the Stonor family was the only way her revenge.

But first, she had to get through today's coming-of-age ceremony, because that marriage contract still hung over her.

As for Dylan's threat to stopfrom attending. Even if he's the second son of the Duke, he's not at the point where he can control everything. she thought bitterly.

The whole city of Hasen knew that today, the Duke's two daughters were holding their coming-of-age ceremony. If she skipped it, the rumors would fly.

And her father, Gabriel, would never let that happen.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Eliza placed the gown on the table and said. "If you think there's something wrong with the gown, Dylan, feel free to check it" She was done waiting ton this stubborn, blind fool With that, Eliza turned and walked into her room, pulling our a simple sky-blue dress from the wardrobe to change into was still muttering angrily to himself "Fine, I will. But if I find out you've messed with that gown, you're going to regret Meanwhile, outside, Dylan was A moment later, Eliza walked out of her room, now dressed in a fresh outfit, The gown, which had once been neatly folded, was now a complete meu-thanks to Dylan's rummaging- Sophie, standing nearby, peered in. Though she hadn't been the one to go through it, she was sure Eliza had tampered with the gown. Her eyes stayed hard on the pile of clothes.

But even after Dylan turned the gown inside out, he couldn't find any signs of tampering.

1/2 Chapter 4 Sophie frowned. Could I have been wrong? Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Both of them glanced up at the stime.

Fliza emerged, dressed simply but elegantly. It was rare for her to wear such plain clothes, but with her stunning beauty, she radiated an otherworldly charm-like she'd been reborn Sophie's eyes narrowed with jealousy. She hated Eliza's face-just g it made her want to se to scratch it off.

Eliza, sensing the hostility, raised her gate and locked eyes with Sophie. Their stares met head-on.

Sophie hadn't expected Eliza to be so perceptive, der twisted expression froze for a moment before she quickly tried to hide it Eliza couldn't help but smirk inwardly. She glanced at the disheveled gown on the table. "So, did you find find anything Dylan, feeling embarrassed, shook his head. He'd found nothing.

Before he could say anything, Sophie quickly cut in, "Eliza, don't be mad My hand just cramped up earlier, and N when I mentioned it, Dylan got all worried and misunderstood. It wasn't his fault." She gave an apologetic smile, sticking out her tongue in a playful gesture. "Sorry, Eliza. Don't blDylan- blme

How could she blyou! If anyone's to blame, it's her, Dylan said, Dylan said, frowning, deeply as Keglared at Eliza. "If the weren't always causing trouble, I wouldn't be so suspicious. She's the one who brought this on herself" Eliza fell disgusted once again. She picked up the gown with a cold expression and asked Sophie, "Do you still want this gown! If you do, take it?" Sophie wanted it badly, but the moment had passed, and she wasn't about to push it.

So, she feigned generosity. "You know what? Forget it. I know it's your favorite, and you're probably attached to it. Since I got Dylan all worked up. let's call it even. You don't need to apologize to me. Eliza. We're will sisters, right?" Sophie figured there was no need to rush. What she wanted would eventually be hers. The coming-of-age gown wasn't meant to be worn immediately, but only during the official ceremony, when the crown and gown Sophie wasn't in a hurry.

gown were pit on Dylan's expression softened a little. He lifted his chin, speaking in that usual pompous way of his. "Did you hear that Since Sophie says you can keep i "But don't think this is is over. If you mess with little Sophie again, I swear I Before he could finish, Dylan's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Fliza, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Eliza, scissors in hand, wasted no time, slicing the beautiful gown into pieces without hesitation.

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