Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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.

she quickly stood up and joined Carissa in condemning Yuvan's

Carissa's back and said, "Don't let those despicable people upset you. Lady Avis will have her

attempt to placate her. She had been trying to cry but

she felt a

a bath. We need to go to the palace later," Helen coaxed, treating Carissa like

to see Rafael standing idly, and took on the demeanor of a stern

there? Take your wife back to your room.

momentarily taken aback. His mother had never

him when he was younger, but since he took up the martial arts and

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found

Aside from formal greetings and

more distant. They were either excessively polite, or marked by an underlying desire for

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

Violet sitting

with Avis, but they had met many times over the

palace staff with kindness.