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.

lost your mind! Your branch of the family has no resources, no connections! How do

pointed at and insulted because of you! I’m done with this. The shops and land your family sold

Charlotte stormed out in a

Viola thinking? She’s supposed to manage the household, yet she runs off to

to manage the household properly. If there wasn’t enough money, she should cover the shortfall

anger didn’t dissipate. It merely shifted

a sharp pang of anger in her heart. How dare Rebecca ask her to cover the household expenses out of her own pocket?

not an option. Amelia’s funeral had cost

various expenses–the servants‘ monthly allowances had to be disbursed, the winter clothing bills needed to be

overwhelmed with a multitude of tasks, her stomach in knots

pouring both money and effort into this place; it felt

headquarters, but Violet couldn’t be there

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

involved in it. If it weren’t for Viola’s domineering attitude, his late sister–in–law might not have taken such a drastic step. So, he preferred to be at the training grounds polishing weapons rather than

leaving the days and nights uncomfortably cold. Rebecca required a steady supply of charcoal to endure the winter,

still caught a chill and fell ill. Her weakened condition triggered old ailments, necessitating another