The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 626

Eliza was oblivious to the sorrow in Mary’s eyes.

She wasn’t just sharing information with Mary.

Perhaps it was never that simple.

Eliza had always known why Mary treated her so kindly–it wasn’t because of who she was, but because she was Caroline’s daughter.

But Caroline’s children didn’t stop with her. There were also her brothers: Benedict, Dylan, Matthew, and Anthony.

The bonds between her and those four had long since shattered, leaving behind only bitterness and hatred.

Eliza needed Mary to see this clearly, to understand the fractures within the Stonor family. Only then could she ensure her master wouldn’t stand in the way of her revenge.

It was a cold and calculated move.

But Eliza felt no regret.

After all, Anthony wouldn’t be the only one to die by her hand.

After giving Mary some mental preparation, Eliza shifted the topic away from Anthony and onto something else.

“By the way, Mary, do you know who carried out the task for me this time?” Eliza asked, her smile calm but tinged with intrigue, as she sat upright on the stool.

“Was it Tina?” Mary asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

Eliza didn’t have many trusted confidants, and for something as significant as killing her own brother, it was unlikely she’d entrust the task to just anyone. Naturally, Mary assumed it was Tina.

“No, not Tina. It was someone else,” Eliza said with a light laugh, as though she were sharing a curious anecdote. “Mary, you’d never guess. Aside from us siblings and Sophie, the illegitimate daughter, there’s another one of my ‘dear father’s‘ bloodlines wandering out there.”

As she spoke, Eliza kept her gaze fixed on Mary, carefully observing every flicker of emotion on her face.

She didn’t miss the way her mentor’s expression suddenly shifted, her face paling as the weight of Eliza’s words sank in.

“What did you say?!” Mary exclaimed, her voice trembling as she shot to her feet, her hands gripping the edge of the table for support.

‘No, it can’t be! That child… he should’ve been dead long ago. There’s no way he’s still alive!‘

Eliza’s heart skipped a beat. Mary clearly knew something. She leaned forward, her tone sharp and unyielding. “Mary, you know about that child, don’t you? What really happened back then? Why were we born on the same day? My mother was fine during her pregnancy, but suddenly went into early labor–was it because of him?”

Eliza fired off a barrage of sharp questions, leaving Mary momentarily stunned and at a loss for words.

When she finally regained her composure, she sank slowly into her seat, her gaze fixed on Eliza. With a weary sigh, she said, “I didn’t think you’d piece together so much on your own.”

Eliza shrugged, her tone casual yet cutting. “It wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“So they came up with the idea of swapping children? And the one they wanted to replace was me–the child my mother was carrying at the time?” Eliza’s face darkened as she finished Mary’s sentence, her voice laced with anger.