The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

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A long silence followed. But in the end, will didn’t accept the handkerchief.

Just the day turned from organizing the Park Flag and walked in on the scene. He silently stepped between the two women, blaking tulete’s newed the with his body

Faring Eliza, histone viened. “I getting colder. The night dew’s heavy now. You should head inside before you catch a

With his gentle orging. Eliza allowed herself to be led away.

Behind them, Isabelle stood frozen, watching as Nolan physically shielded Eliza from her. For a split second, her gaze darkened with something vicious–like poison flashing behind her eyes

That dann man, the thought tio, he can’t die yet I still need him.

Clenching her teeth, fabelle showed the handkerchief back into her sleeve and walked away without another word.

She didn’t notice that as she turned to lease, Nolan–who had just guided Eliza inside–suddenly stopped at the doorway. His sharp gaze cut through the darkness like a blade, sweeping across Isabelle’s back with the deadly calm of a predator.

Later, Eliza sat quietly in her room, collecting herself

A knock on the door broke her stillness–it was someone Nolan had sent with a basin of hot water. She changed out of her clothes and took a long, steaming bath, letting the warmth soak through her bones and ease her fatigue.

Maybe it was to relaxing

That night, Eliza dreamed–not a memory, but something more surreal, something she couldn’t be sure was even real

In her dream, she stood in a serene, flower–filled haven. It was peaceful, like a hidden realm untouched by the world.

Then, a gaunt figure appeared–thin and hollow–eyed, clutching a wicker basket full of folded spirit money. She stepped into Eliza’s view, knelt in front of a gravestone, and lit candles.

Only then did Eliza see her face

It was Isabelle. And yet… it wasn’t. She was too thin, too pale–like a ghost walking in daylight.

After silently burning the paper offerings, Isabelle finally spoke. Her voice was soft, strange, almost disembodied. “Liza… how foolish you were, giving your heart to those who never deserved it. In the end, the one who buried you… was me, the one you hated most

Eliza’s dream frayed into static

She woke up not remembering the rest, only the strange ache it left in her chest.

Nolan noticed it at breakfast. “You’ve been awfully quiet this morning

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10:45 Sat, 1970 -5.

“No need I brought what I need, she said.