Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Rebecca's vision went black. She lurched forward, and fainted.

Barrett quickly caught her, setting aside his anger. He urgently called out, "Someone, fetch a physician! Now!"

With tears streaming down her face, Serena rushed to Viola. "What are you doing? Are you trying to anger Mom to death? You were the one who insisted on buying the tiara, and now you regret it?!"

Viola took a step back, feeling helpless as she watched the scene unfold. A sense of powerlessness rose within her, mixed with frustration and pain. She had spent 36,800 silver coins to buy the jewelry, only to receive their reproach.

Was she now to be blamed for everything?

In the middle of the night, the commotion of calling the physician created a chaotic scene. Viola had to wipe away her tears and use a handkerchief to clean Rebecca's face and hands.

The physician diagnosed Rebecca with a fainting spell caused by acute anger, but reassured them that it was not serious and that a few doses of medicine would suffice.

When Rebecca regained consciousness, Barrett's anger had completely subsided. He knelt by the bed and apologized to his mother. "I shouldn't have spoken so harshly and made you faint from anger. I'm at fault."

no one knows it was bought with

chill all over, despite it being the warm month of May. The cold from the

voice

she couldn't bear the

was full of grievances and resentment, she had no choice but to accept the situation. The husband who had been so furious and ready to stand

heavy

You all leave now. Just Serena will

to take care of you. She has

her out." Rebecca still looked furious, her breathing rapid. "Have her leave and make sure the others keep quiet. We can't have them spreading everything around." She had to appear furious. Otherwise, the blame for this incident would fall on

deep, bitter

up and walked out like a lifeless doll. Barrett chased after her and tried to pull her back, but she shook him off and continued to

come after her and held her hand the way Rafael intertwined his fingers with Carissa's, then

experienced the intimacy of intertwined fingers before, feeling the special importance and mutual joy. What she wanted wasn't just mutual

a deep sense of discomfort and irritation. He retreated to the study alone. Viola waited in the room for a long time, hoping he would return to offer some comfort. Instead, Julia informed her that