Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1008

Seeing Carissa and Violet exchanging looks, Jessica's temper flared. She didn't care whether Carissa was someone she could afford to anger anymore.

"So, you're all just hypocrites! You don't actually want to shelter women who have been mistreated and cast out. Pretending to be kind-hearted-what a joke! I'll expose you for what you really are!" she shouted. Despite that, she made no move to stand up. Instead, she sat there, still glaring at Hannah with bitter resentment.

Carissa watched her, confused. When Hannah's maid had come to report in person, Carissa had thought Jessica was simply here to stir up trouble. Now that she had seen Jessica in person, she wasn't so sure. Jessica seemed angry, but there was something about her demeanor that didn't add up. She was shouting, but hadn't even shifted in her seat. Was she so destitute now after being cast out?

"I heard you even want to change the name of our workshop?" Violet asked.

Her tone had softened a little, but she couldn't help the slight amusement creeping into her voice as she observed Jessica's pitiful attempt to be domineering.

"I just think naming it after a dead person is bad luck," Jessica sneered.

"Then, don't come here," Violet shot back, raising her voice.

No matter how miserable some people seemed, they still couldn't shake that annoying attitude.

I care?" Jessica huffed, clearly wanting

Carissa's composed yet serious expression. The words she had

you think you're here to live comfortably? You'll have to work for everything here." "I'm not leaving! I'm staying to see if you really are as hypocritical as you

from trying to keep her composure. She immediately stepped

Lloyd, perhaps you should return for

the same place as Jessica any longer. "Then,

part of her wasn't sure. Before Carissa and Violet arrived, Jessica's arrogance made Hannah wish she could slap her a

times.

been Hannah's estate, Jessica would have already been

left, Carissa turned

turns out you were indeed cast out because you couldn't bear children and you truly have nowhere else to go, Skye

Marquis of Ironridge's family would have handed me to the authorities by

her feet together, her fingers holding onto her sleeves. Her well-maintained nails didn't

to come here and see for myself if this workshop is really like the rumors say. Don't

houses