Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

As Abigail carried the lifeless baby outside, Dorothy burst into loud sobs. Ignoring the older woman, Abigail walked straight to Samuel. He had been bound for so long his blood circulation had been cut off, leaving his face a deep shade of purple. Abigail lifted the baby high for him to see. "This is your son. You killed him."

Tears still glistened on her cheeks. Her tone was initially calm, but her next words were filled with rage.

"What will it take for you to finally stop? What will it take for you to behave? Look! You've killed your own son. You've brought turmoil to our family. What do you think you're doing? Just because you think Leona fancies you, you think you can trample on everyone? You ungrateful wretch! She's fighting for her life! Do you even understand what you've done wrong?"

Samuel kept avoiding looking at his mother, and especially didn't want to look at the lifeless baby. Having heard everything that had happened inside, he couldn't articulate his feelings at the moment, but refused to look at the baby. He hadn't killed his son. It wasn't his fault.

"Take him away!" Samuel mumbled, blood bubbling from his lips. "I don't want to see him. I won't."

But he did see the baby, just for a fleeting moment. The lifeless baby lay there, swaddled in cloth. The baby, so handsome and precious, should have been crying and wailing, but there was only silence. This was his son... and he was dead!

Samuel whimpered, which eventually escalated into a heart-wrenching cry. "Take him away! I don't want to see him! Mom, I know I was wrong! Untie me! I want to see her! I know now that I was wrong!" Abigail's tears continue to flow. "It's too late, Samuel. Some things can't be undone. Your child won't come back to life. Nothing can return to how it was."

Once Abigail's anger subsided, only sorrow was left in her voice as she said, "From a young age, you've been my pride and joy. You began your education at six years old and earned countless praise from your teachers.

age, and the king handpicked you as a talented candidate. You married a duchess, became heir to the

life and

but you let mere fleeting pleasure ruin everything. What's worse is

was a concubine's daughter from Grand Princess Eleanor's household, sent as a calculated attack on our family. You're an intelligent man, so how could you have fallen into that trap and gambled

is gone. You've lost both your status as heir and your official position-you've lost everything. You've ruined your life." Samuel

cries were hysterical, echoing with countless grievances and unfulfilled

him, nor did anyone comfort him. Only Dorothy stood in the doorway, her own tears trailing down her face as she watched her grandson. Meanwhile, Leona had survived the ordeal. Sebastian announced that the severe bleeding had ceased, but she would need

as tightly as she could and whispered, "Cari, take

could you possibly go?" Heather said as she wiped

consult Sebastian, asking, "Can we

carry or lift her, but she needs medication today. After three

rushed out to stop them. "She can't leave, Carissa! Don't encourage her foolishness. This is her

ignored her