Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Zoey closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. All of this was giving her a headache, leaving her overwhelmed and frustrated.

Jane continued to urge her, "Madam Zoey, if you tell Mr. Farrell about this, the Earl of Silverstone's family will lose all dignity if he makes a scene. You absolutely can't do that! And if the earl finds out that you instigated it, he'll be furious!" Thinking of her husband in the Southern Frontier only added to Zoey's headache. Back in the capital, Oliver used to listen to her, taking in her advice to some extent. Some things could be discussed without things going awry. However, the disagreements and arguments between them had always been numerous. She had to patiently analyze each issue with him and convince him bit by bit.

It was just like teaching a child.

Yet even when Oliver did comply, resentment lingered in his heart. His capacity to accept a wife with a broader vision than his own simply wasn't there, and that was a fundamental dilemma in Zoey's life. Everyone had their share of disappointments. No one lived entirely free of burdens.

Kayla was now living a good life, but how had she endured the previous years? Who knew the pain she had endured?

Carissa now basked in Prince Rafael's love, drawing envy from others. But who could truly understand the anguish of losing her entire family?

Fate dealt everyone their share of suffering. It was up to them to manage it and carve out a smooth path for their lives and futures.

good, only to turn her back the moment something felt off. Such fickleness was not just a betrayal of womanly virtue-it showed

would weigh on my conscience. I know exactly what kind of man Thomas

rubbed her forehead,

the reputation of the Earl of Silverstone's family with be ruined. The single women in our family will have a hard time finding suitable matches, and my daughter Will suffer the most. And if the Farrell family catches wind of this... Well, I

her mistress. Ultimately, Zoey was the one who would bear the burden, so she suggested, "Why not discuss it with Madam Evelyn? She might offer some insight into the

Evelyn's decision, so you wouldn't have to

if new wrinkles were forming on her brow. "Jane, do you think I'm afraid of the blame? All I want is to have a clear conscience. I shouldn't have helped her then.

was Madam Evelyn who insisted you help her," Jane said, unable to watch her mistress wallow in self-reproach.

But if anyone picks up on something, it won't take long for the truth to come out. After all, when the physician prescribed the treatment,

unaware

to recuperate. But

divorced Barrett,