บททั้งหมดของ Her Graceful War Song: บทที่ 1081 - บทที่ 1090

Violet's heart sank. "What are we supposed to do? Just let him continue to harm his daughters? For the sake of his so-called career, he's sacrificing one daughter after another, treating them like mere objects to be given away!"And I just can't understand why he would push Karen to kill herself. With such a vile mind, shouldn't he have kept her alive so that... Ugh, I can't even finish that thought."Rafael picked up his cutlery, took a few bites, then put them down again. He had lost his appetite."Because he doesn't know who the culprit is. The whole thing has already leaked out, and he's afraid there might be consequences. So, it was easier for him to have Ms. Whitley kill herself, deny her being his daughter, and cut off any future leverage. He probably erased her from the family record too," the prince explained.Violet's eyes blazed with fury. "Is there really nothing we can do? Can we only watch as he keeps ruining his daughters? The officials are so corrupt, yet the king w

The investigation ultimately led back to the Quinton family.Malcolm was completely unaware of the matter until Carissa explained it to him privately. After hearing the entire story, his fury was uncontrollable, his whole body trembling with rage.He had already made a grievous mistake in the past—fathering a daughter with a mistress—a stain on his reputation that he could never fully erase. If this new scandal were to spread, how could he possibly face anyone? Even if he was innocent, others would assume he was guilty.In his rage, Malcolm ordered the guard involved to be brought forward.The guard, Trey Carter, was a family servant from birth. After learning some skills, he stayed on as a guard in the household. His parents were senior servants in the estate, and it was through them that he learned of the Whitley family's inquiries to the gatekeeper about Malcolm's visit to the hot springs. Later, Trey followed Malcolm and Marjorie to the temple. When he saw Malcolm had not gone

Marjorie had been standing quietly outside the courtyard. When she saw Carissa emerge, she curtsied respectfully and walked her to the gate. She had heard everything from her spot outside."How is the girl doing now?" Marjorie asked softly as they walked."She's staying at the workshop," Carissa said with a faint sigh. "But she hasn't given up on trying to end her own life."Marjorie fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "What a tragedy."At the gate, she stopped and added, "If there's anything I can do to help the girl, please don't hesitate to let me know, Your Grace."Carissa inclined her head. "Thank you, Madam Marjorie. I'll remember that."Marjorie curtsied once more, watching as Carissa mounted her horse and rode away. She remained at the gate for a long while, lost in thought, until Trey's parents approached. They fell to their knees and pleaded with her."Please, my lady, call for a physician to save Trey!"Marjorie's expression turned cold as she looked down at t

Violet thought for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt. She hadn't been able to go back and spend time with her father. Maybe writing him a letter and asking him to send her some money would make up for it—spending his money would be one way to honor him."Alright, I'll write a letter. Please wait for a while," she said."There's no need to rush, my dear cousin-in-law. You can write it tomorrow and send it to me then. We won't be leaving for a few days. Why don't you stay and chat with your cousin for a bit longer?" Yuvan responded with a smile.Carissa's eyes flickered with a cold glint.Was Yuvan still not giving up?Violet turned to smile at Yuvan, unaware of how mischievous her expression was. "Alright then."Carissa shot her a glare.What was she up to now?Violet ignored her friend's warning gaze. She didn't meet Carissa's eyes, treating the unspoken rebuke as though she hadn't noticed.Rafael observed Yuvan's persistent gaze on Violet's face, feeling a surge of disgust.

Sometimes, the malice between women could be the most dangerous of all. Trevor may be the royal chancellor and a highly respected figure, but Rosalind was still young. Some of the students would naturally feel reluctant to fully accept her as their teacher.If it were only that, it would be easy to handle. What worried Carissa was that behind the group of troublemakers, there could be someone trying to sabotage Gracewood Women's Academy. Right now, the group of troublemakers seemed to be led by Jocelyn, but there was no sign they were following someone else's orders.With Carissa holding so much leverage over the Quinton family, how dare they disrupt the academy?Her first priority was to reassure Rosalind, fearing the toll it might take on her mood.Rosalind sat in her private study, flipping through a pile of practice sheets in front of her. Her brow furrowed as she examined each page, so deeply absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even hear Carissa approach.It wasn't until