Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Chapter 850

Benjamin agreed with Gregory, but stubbornly believed that Amelia first needed Rebecca’s forgiveness. He understood now that his mom’s reaction wasn’t entirely unjustified. If Amelia kept threatening to end her life, the same situation would just keep repeating.

To put a stop to it, he decided to harden his heart and ignore her.

As the temperature dropped sharply that night, the cold crept into the bones of the kneeling Amelia. She had been frozen in place for most of the day, resembling a statue, utterly still.

Tara draped a cloak over Amelia’s shoulders before going inside to persuade Rebecca. The old woman refused to budge, insisting her daughter–in–law must remain kneeling until the next day

“If I don’t punish her severely, how will she ever realize her mistake?” Rebecca said coldly.

“But it’s so cold, and Madam Amelia has already caught a chill from the water. She might end up worse off,” Tara urged.

“No more talking! Close the door. If anyone else begs for her again, she’ll kneel again tomorrow!” Rebecca snapped, her voice low and filled with menace.

dared not argue further. Instead, she snuck out again to add another layer to Amelia’s clothing, then dismissed the other maids. She returned to sit with Rebecca,

Amelia had been tending to her, but it had resulted in

pot as usual. Tara stepped outside to fetch the spittoon. Just as she reached the door, she saw a shadow illuminated by the dim lanterns of the corridor, hanging from

out a terrified

Amelia has

to see. Her heart plummeted at the sight of a woman hanging from the apple tree. The woman’s eyes seemed still alive, staring blankly

Rebecca fainted from shock.

the lights at Valor Estate blazed to life and everyone rushed

had already

the apple tree. There was nothing to stand on below, making it clear she had climbed the tree, then slipped the noose around her neck and let herself drop. The apple tree’s branches weren’t thick, but Amelia was too slender, so it bore her weight

in the rushing river. Instead, she hanged herself

uncontrollably. He wanted to rush forward to hold her one last time, but he hesitated.

Chapter 850

and death always

cold, bitter night, leaving no words for the Warren family. Everything she needed to say had already been spoken