The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 423

423.Chapter 423

Seeing Dylan leave on his own. Sophie felt a wave of satisfaction surge through her.

She thought, ‘Want to kick me out? In his dreams”

Now that she was here, she wouldn’t leave empty handed.

Her eyes gleamed with sly determination.

But in the next moment, she masked it with a worried expression, playing the role of a concerned sister to perfection. “Matthew, where’s Dylan going? It’s so dark outside. Shouldn’t we call him back?” she asked, her voice dripping with

concern.

“No need.” Matthew shook his head firmly, his tone laced with imitation. “Even now, Dylan’s still defending Eliza. Her decision to become a nun had nothing to do with you, yet he has the nerve to blame you. Honestly, it was her own choice. If anyone’s to blame, it’s him.

“He scared her off with his temper. Who wouldn’t want to run away after that?”

Sophie silently agreed, her thoughts echoing his words.

She mused, ‘Exactly. How could this be my fault?

‘If blame was to be assigned, it should fall squarely on Dylan’s own stupidity.

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‘Sure, I often stirred up trouble between them, but if they were truly smart, they wouldn’t have fallen for my pity and lies and time again.

So now, with Dylan and Eliza at odds, how could they pin it on me?

“What right do they have to blame me?”

“But Matthew, are you sure we shouldn’t call Dylan back? What if something happens to him?” she asked again, her tone full of feigned concern.

“Relax, Sophie. He’s a grown man. What could go wrong?” Matthew waved dismissively. “Alright, since Dylan’s gone, I’ll head outside for a bit. You can rest here in the house. If anything comes up, just call me.”

Sophie quickly put on her warried act again. “Matthew, are you going out? But it’s so cold outside. Won’t you catch a cold if you rest out there? Why not stay here in the house? There’s no one else around, so no one will see.”

Matthew shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t feel right for me to stay here with you. Besides, it’s not completely barren outside. Earlier, I noticed Dylan had set up a small kitchen out there. I’ll rest there for the night, and tomorrow I’ll talk to him about building a couple more rooms.”

“Alright, but sorry for the trouble, Matthew,” Sophie replied, her tone sweet.

Matthew nodded, then turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something. He turned back and placed the cold, hard biscuit he was holding onto the table.

He thought with disdain, ‘No way I’m eating that rock–hard thing. I’ll just wait till tomorrow!

With that, Matthew walked out.

Once Dylan left, the thatched hut was left with only Sophie.

In less than half a second, her face twisted into an expression of pure disgust. “What a dump! It’s filthy and reeks!”

If it weren’t for her plans, she wouldn’t have stayed here for even a moment.

Sophie snorted coldly, covering her nose with one hand as she began to scan the room.

In truth, the hut wasn’t dirty or smelly at all, nor was it messy in the slightest.

Dylan, despite being a man, had always been a refined gentleman who valued cleanliness and order.

Even after his living circumstances changed, he still preferred to keep his surroundings neat and tidy.

No matter how exhausted he was after a day’s work, he would take time to clean the hut he had built with his own hands.

But in Sophie’s eyes, it was nothing more than a filthy and stinking shack.