Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Samuel was furious and embarrassed.

He snapped, "You think so little of me, yet you're still eager to cling to me? Our feelings were never truly mutual. Our marriage was your obsession from the start, and I was simply pressured by the influence of the royal family..."

"Be quiet." Leona's eyes were red, and her lips trembled again as he spoke of their marriage. She felt deeply ashamed and distressed.

"I did have feelings for you, but you also claimed to have feelings for me. That's how this wretched union came about. If my family had any power, would you have dared mistreat me?"

Her tears fell uncontrollably despite her best efforts to hold them back. Though she tried to remain composed, her natural weakness meant that her emotions got the better of her, and the tears flowed freely.

She was so thin and fragile, and she was trying to stifle her sobs but failed. Her appearance stirred a fleeting sense of guilt in Samuel.

Yet, this guilt was short-lived. He had vowed to be loyal to Ruby and not to show any interest or pity toward other women.

He responded coldly, "I mistreated you? Why don't you talk about how you mistreated her? You live comfortably in Gracehold Estate, while Ruby has to stay in that shabby place on Hibiscus Lane with me. No, they even say they want to take that manor back, and I've been stripped of my title as heir. My miserable situation with Ruby is all because of your refusal to accept her! And now, your cousin is making things worse, leading to the Oversight Department's accusations against me." "What?!"

Leona was so enraged that she felt her chest tighten. Her earlier composure was completely lost, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

In a fit of anger, she threw a pillow at him.

"You bastard!"

pillow missed

retorted coldly, "I've already apologized. Whether you accept it or not is

grabbed him by the collar. As he

sternly,

her with

left hook struck him hard. He felt a sharp ringing in his ears, and

he spat out blood. Fury surged through him, and he was about to roar with rage when

forcing him to stand. Her expression remained serious. "Will you forgive

I want to kill you!"

I apologized, why should she forgive you? Get out! No child would want to

throwing him onto the corridor,

stone steps. The servants Abigail had summoned hurried

away, his face contorted with anger. "Don't touch

Samuel felt utterly disgraced. Without looking back, he stormed out of

tell him to apologize?

grandmother would surely