The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 408

Over a Saint Grace Nunnery, peace and tranquility reigned

Meanwhile, in Hasen City, the undercurrents were surging.

Inside the Henderson family study.

Fletcher, his face devoid of emotion, took the intelligence report handed to him by a subordinate and drew a heavy line

across it.

He then stood, walking toward the candelabrum while methodically tearing the report into uneven shreds.

Finally, he lit the torn pieces with the candle flame. The fire quickly consumed the paper, the flames licking upward and scorching Fletcher’s fingers as he held onto the corner of the burning sheet.

Yet Fletcher didn’t flinch. Only after a couple of seconds did he toss the flaming remnants into the extinguished brazier

He said, “Guard,”

A shadowy figure appeared silently behind Fletcher, kneeling with practiced deference.

“So, is my daughter finally dead?” Fletcher asked, his tone icy

The figure replied cautiously. “Sir, she… survived.”

The word “survived” was enough to confirm that the operation had failed

A cold, mirthless smile spread across Fletcher’s aged face. “Useless fools. And a pawn I can still squeeze some use out of ”

The former referred to the hired assassins.

The latter, of course, was Isabelle Henderson.

This outcome didn’t surprise Fletcher in the slightest.

After all, to him, whether his illegitimate daughter lived or died was of no consequence.

So regardless of the result, Fletcher felt no anger.

Upon hearing that Isabelle had survived the assassination he orchestrated, Fletcher narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Prepare the carriage. You’ll personally escort Audrey home.”

“Miss Audrey?” The shadow guard froze in confusion. “Wasn’t it supposed to be Miss Isabelle?”

Fletcher chuckled, his laughter cold and sinister. “My legitimate daughter, who has been wandering outside for years, should finally return home to help her dear father shoulder some of his burdens.”

The shadow guard immediately understood. “Yes, sir. I’ll bring Miss Henderson back to the estate right away.”

After the shadow guard left, Fletcher called out again, “Butler.”

The Henderson family butler, who had been waiting outside, hunched his back as he entered the room. “What are your orders, sir?”

“Make the necessary arrangements. Tomorrow, the estate will observe mourning.”

The butler’s reaction was even quicker than the shadow guard’s. His voice remained steady and emotionless as he asked, May I ask, sir, who is the deceased?”

“My illegitimate daughter, Isabelle. She succumbed to a sudden illness.”

“Understood, sir. I will see to it.”

Once the butler had left and the door was closed, Fletcher turned and walked toward the only bookshelf in his study.

He reached out and pressed a specific book on the third row, With a sharp sound, a hidden mechanism activated, and the entire bookshelf swung open, revealing a concealed stone door behind it.

Fletcher stepped forward, the flickering candle in his hand casting eerie shadows as he entered through the stone gate. After descending the long, winding stone staircase, he arrived at a heavy, ornate wooden door.

He pushed the door open, and a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses spilled out, enveloping him in the debauched atmosphere.

“Fletcher, you’re finally here!” a voice called out, brimming with sycophantic enthusiasm.

“Fletcher, will it be the Elixir of Immortality toni Successfully unlocked! uty’s flesh?” another guest teased, their tone dripping with indulgence.

“But too much of the same can get dull. Perhaps tonight, Fletcher might want to try something different, like a taste of Maiden’s Flesh?”

As Fletcher stepped inside, the scene unfolded before him. It was a sprawling underground lair of excess and sin

His words sparked laughter among the surrounding guests.