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.

“Serenity…” Mary looked at her with deep concern.

It was as if she feared Eliza couldn’t handle the devastating truth–that her own father had tried to replace her with a bastard child the moment she was born.

Eliza clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay composed. “It’s alright, Mary. Please, go on.”

She needed to know everything–for herself and for her mother.

Mary nodded and continued, “I stumbled upon their scheme by chance. I wanted to expose the Stonor family immediately, but Gabriel was ruthless. When he realized the plan had failed, he strangled the child with his own hands, right in front of me. Then he turned to me and coldly threatened your life and your mother’s, warning me to stay silent or he would kill you both.”

In the end, Caroline still met a tragic end, but Eliza and her brothers survived.

Gabriel, for his part, maintained the facade of a loving father for over a decade, never slipping up.

Only then did Mary decide to bury the truth.

But she never fully let her guard down. Every year, she sent Eliza a birthday gift–not just as a gesture of care, but as a warning and a form of protection.

Hearing this, Eliza began piecing everything together.

However, she couldn’t help but feel puzzled. In her past life, during those two years after being cast out of the Stonor family, she hadn’t seen Mary at all. ‘Could it be that something had already happened to her back then?‘