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.

Carissa in condemning Yuvan's family,

people upset you. Lady Avis will have her revenge from beyond the grave. They will

attempt to placate her.

everything, she felt a little better and

Go take a bath. We need to go to the palace

standing idly, and took on the demeanor

your wife back to your room. Look at her hands-they're ice-cold. Show a little care for

never spoken to him in such a manner

was younger, but since he

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had found herself

grown more distant. Aside from formal greetings and pleasantries, they had little

title and established his own residence, their interactions became even more distant. They were either excessively polite, or marked by an underlying desire for him to leave quickly. Reprimanding

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

Violet sitting there,

acquainted with Avis, but they had met many

palace staff with kindness.