The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 403

403.Chapter 403

Clutching her wounded arm, she glanced at the bodies in the alley. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she sneered, “So, survived Tell me, Fletcher, what exactly were you trying to achieve with all this?”

“Were you planning to sell me off again? she wondered.

Isabelle clenched her fist, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes, her gaze brimming with hatred

Then, she thought Forget it. At least I managed to use this mess to escape. No matter whether Fletcher still wants to use me as a pawn or not, I’m going to Hasen City”

With that thought in mind, Isabelle bent down and picked up the dagger with her uninjured hand. Step by step, she walked out of the alley, her slender figure soon swallowed by the darkness of the night.

Meanwhile, back at the Prince Regent’s estate in Hasen City

Nolan was lying in bed to rest. But less than an hour after falling asleep, his eyes snapped open.

It had been three or four days, yet the bloodshot redness in his eyes remained.

These past few days, he found it more difficult to sleep for more than a few hours at a time.

His rest now fractured into fleeting fragments, at most four hours, at times barely one, before he’d jolt awake again.

And tonight was no exception.

It wasn’t that Nolan didn’t want to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, the scene of the Bennett family drenched in blood would appear in his dreams.

He had been like this ever since he discovered that his mother had been betrayed and murdered.

After returning to Hasen City with Eliza, he had been investigating the incident that happened that year.

Of course, the person he suspected the most was Fletcher.

But Fletcher was even craftier than Gabriel, Duke of Mowbay.

No matter how hard Nolan tried, he couldn’t uncover anything incriminating, not even Fletcher’s true origins.

Yet it wasn’t until the royal banquet on First Moon Day when Fletcher offered the flower, that Nolan finally understood.

‘If Fletcher wasn’t originally from Bortenland, his elusive background suddenly made perfect sense, Nolan thought.

“Ross.” Nolan rose from bed, swiftly dressed, and threw on his outer robe before calling out.

Ross pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Prince Nolan, why are you up so soon? Are you feeling unwell again?” Ross asked, his face full of concern.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that,” Nolan replied calmly. He knew Ross was afraid he was relapsing, but this time, it wasn’t that. It was just that Nolan couldn’t fall asleep.

Nolan swiftly changed into a street–ready outfit. With one fluid motion, his long legs carried him out the door.

Then, he said, “Go to Dinslea House and buy some desserts. Make sure to get Basque Cheesecake, the fresh kind. Pick a few other flavors too.”

Ross immediately understood what Nolan was planning and chuckled, “Got it. I’ll buy the Basque Cheesecake for the Holy Lady.”

Everyone around Nolan knew that he always brought Basque Cheesecake whenever he visited Saint Grace Nunnery. It was no secret that the Holy Lady liked Basque Cheesecake.

Hence, whenever Nolan ordered them to buy Basque Cheesecake, everyone knew he was heading to see the Holy Lady.