Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Seeing Margaret's pallid complexion, Carissa ordered for herbal tonic soup to be brought in. The soup was originally intended for her own use, as Rafael had advised her to keep up her health and prevent any lingering ailments from the battlefield.

Noticing Margaret's breath was more hurried than usual, as though she was seething with anger, Carissa said gently, "There was no need for you to make this trip if you're unwell. What happened last night has nothing to do with you."

Margaret drank the herbal tonic soup, clutching her chest for a long time. Then, she started speaking slowly, "I truly wish it had nothing to do with our household. But Jessica is still part of our family, and I saw what happened yesterday with my own eyes.

"She wanted to ruin Prince Rafael's reputation, only to end up ensnaring her own husband in the scandal. She brought shame upon herself, and left our family no choice but to bring Ms. Warren into our household as a concubine."

Carissa had anticipated this outcome. The Marquis of Ironridge's family valued its reputation above all else. Though Jessica had tarnished it over the years, Margaret had constantly been cleaning up after her. The younger members of their family were always cautious, guarding their actions and words to avoid bringing disgrace to their name.

For a family that had stood for over a century, preserving their honor was paramount. They would rather suffer in silence than let their name be sullied.

What's more, the fault lay with Jessica, Margaret's own daughter-in-law.

"The Warren family came today," Margaret continued, breaking her usual discretion.

She never aired her household's dirty laundry, not even a whisper-but today was different. The matter had occurred at Hell Monarch Estate and during Helen's birthday banquet, no less.

"Rebecca was adamant that my son had ruined her daughter's reputation. With so many witnesses present, they now claim their daughter's marriage prospects are ruined. They're even willing to lower their standards and have Ms. Warren enter our household as a concubine."

the situation, offered gentle consolation, "It's already happened, Madam

Grace," Margaret

the matriarch of the Warren family had shown her just

Winchester. It's always difficult to deal with those

hint of regret in her expression. "You must have had

replied gently. "If she lacked proper conduct before, once she

Margaret sighed, nodding. "Everyone

my son. I've already reprimanded him-how could he

years in the

learned caution or

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taking a concubine, but what about next time? This serves as a lesson for him to never be

careless again."

especially when it comes to matters between men and women. Otherwise, you end up with another parasitic

the events

Margaret felt a wave of frustration wash over her. "I've already seen enough of that today The desperation to latch on, that