Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 853

After Amelia’s death, Viola had no choice but to continue managing the household.

The accounts were in dire straits. Viola was reluctant to dip into her personal savings, so she decided to take a step back and visit Charlotte. She placed the family’s account ledger on the table and suggested

that the older woman take over.

Charlotte was still grieving Amelia’s death. Her anger flared at Viola’s actions, and the older woman immediately flung the account ledger back at her.

She stormed into Rebecca’s room, declaring, “I demand a separation of the family!”

“Isn’t there already enough gossip about us? What do you think people will say if we split the family now?” Rebecca snapped, fuming.

“It’s your sins that brought this upon us! Why should I suffer alongside you? We’re separating the family! When the men come home tonight, we’ll sit down together and discuss how to divide things up.”

“You’re being utterly unreasonable! How can we separate now? The money’s gone, the properties are gone. -what do we have left to divide?”

“I’ll build a wall to separate us and make a separate entrance for my residence!” Charlotte snarled, her resolute tone making it clear she was not going to negotiate or back down.

family has no resources, no connections! How do you think

with this. The shops and land your family sold were public property. I don’t care

stormed out in a huff,

to die from anger! What’s Viola thinking? She’s supposed to manage the household, yet she runs off to Charlotte’s side of the family?! And that wretched Amelia–she’s dead, yet

ordered Viola to come and scolded her in person, telling her not to stir up trouble and to manage the household properly.

merely shifted

How dare Rebecca ask her to cover the household expenses out of her own pocket? The

option. Amelia’s funeral had cost a small fortune, nearly

be disbursed, the winter clothing bills needed to be settled, and preparations for the

with a multitude of tasks, her stomach in knots as she lamented her

effort into this place;

his participation in special training, Barrett spent his days training with Violet. The training grounds were located at the Capital Guard headquarters, but Violet couldn’t be there all the time. She reserved her lessons

a result, Barrett, the newly appointed Crown Guard Commander, often found himself polishing weapons under Violet’s

domineering attitude, his late sister–in–law might not have taken

uncomfortably cold. Rebecca

and fell ill. Her weakened condition triggered old ailments, necessitating another