Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Margaret looked into Carissa's clear and singere eyes, realizing that her words came from the heart. She didn't blame the Marquis of Ironridge's family for this matter. With this understanding, Margaret felt relieved.

Setting everything else aside, the Marquis of Ironridge's family had no desire to make enemies without cause. When it came to either Rafael or the Duke of Norwatch's family, Margaret was especially reluctant to be at odds with them.

At the very least, based on their military achievements, they were people worthy of respect. The Marquis of Ironridge's family should befriend such individuals, rather than foster animosity or harbor grudges against them.

Margaret sighed. "You're wise and understanding, Lady Sinclair, but I still feel deeply guilty. If it hadn't been for the minister of the Astrology Department clarifying things, you might have borne the label of being negligent towards your parents for the rest of her life. For anyone, that would be a nearly devastating blow."

However, Carissa shook her head slightly. "Madam Winchester, it really wouldn't have been much of a blow to me. It's nothing more than a few idle words."

Nothing more?

Margaret looked at Carissa in astonishment, thinking the latter was intentionally dismissing the matter with a show of nonchalance. But seeing the calm and unaffected expression on Carlssa's face, it was clear she truly didn't care.

After a moment of deeper reflection, Margaret understood why Carissa said it was nothing.

past few years made

Even though Margaret had no blood relation to Carissa, thinking of these events and looking at the strong, radiant girl before her, she couldn't help but

sorrow.

Carissa. And yet, despite it all, she didn't fall into despair or succumb to the bitterness

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the Duke of Northwatch's

contact with Carissa in the past. The younger generation of the Marquis of Ironridge's family could certainly learn

with interlocking pearl pattems. She instructed her attendant to open the box and present it to Carissa. Margaret even stood up, intending to help Carissa

from something that could be

stood up and politely refused, "I can't accept this. It's far too precious.

Margaret grasped Carissa's hand, her expression solemn. "You must accept it. This bracelet was never meant to belong to me. It rightfully belongs

my family? What do you mean, Madam

three years ago. That was the only time I ever had an interaction

that it involved her mother, Carissa quickly urged Magaret to sit down