Chapter 397

Randall wiped his tears and approached Rafael, wanting to ask something. However, Yuvan cut him off with a loud command.

"Didn't you hear them? They think we bring bad luck because we're in mourning! Hurry up and leave!"

Tears streamed down Randall's face again. He gave Rafael and Carissa a salute, his tall, thin figure swaying as he staggered away.

Yuvan's other children all made a noise of discontent and left. Only Fiona managed to maintain her composure.

She bowed to Helen, and said, "Take care, Lady Helen. I'll be taking my leave."

As Fiona left, she cast a few significant glances at Violet, who responded with a dismissive roll of her eyes.

Helen remained in a state of bewilderment throughout the encounter. She had just been conversing pleasantly with them. They had appeared polite and well-spoken. How could they turn out to be so heartless?

Avis was dead, and only Randall had shown any sign of grief. The others wore faces devoid of any visible sorrow. Especially the two young women, who were Avis' own daughters, had allowed their mother to die alone at Verdant Monastery.

Helen shivered at the thought. Now that she had left the palace, she relied on her son and daughter-in-law for support when she was old. She knew they would have to remain respectful to her according to the kingdom's culture and law, and wouldn't dare to treat her this way.

But what if they did dare? Rafael was her only hope.

Carissa in condemning Yuvan's family, calling them heartless and wishing them

let those despicable people upset you. Lady Avis will have her revenge from beyond the grave. They will get what they deserve. Don't

distress, but she found herself somewhat comforted by her mother-in-law's attempt to placate her.

everything, she felt a little better and less

need to go to the palace later," Helen coaxed, treating

standing idly, and took

your room. Look at her hands-they're ice-cold. Show a

His mother had never spoken to him in such a

but

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had found herself

the relationship between mother and son had grown more distant. Aside from formal greetings and pleasantries, they

became even more distant. They were either excessively polite, or marked by an underlying desire for him to leave quickly. Reprimanding him like this was something

their room. Helen resumed her seat, pondering over her actions. Had she really been so stern with her son? Rafael hadn't shown any of the fearsome demeanor she might have expected.

Violet sitting there,

heart ached. She wasn't closely acquainted with Avis, but they had met

palace staff with kindness.

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