Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1049

Jessica's expression shifted, her face twisting into irritation.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop nagging me! You're so annoying! People like you are impossible to tolerate. If I were the lady of the house, I'd never keep a servant like you around!" "Then go on back and become the lady of the house. I'm sure you'll find plenty of obedient servants to dote on you there," Selma shot back without missing a beat.

Jessica scoffed, lifting her chin. "Of course I'm going back! Do you think I'd stay here to look at the sour face of an old servant like you when I could be living a life of comfort?"

"Go on, then. Don't bother packing your clothes-what need do you have for them when you'll have every silk and satin you could wish for waiting for you at Ironridge Estate?" Selma replied tartly.

Jessica's head snapped up, and she pointed an accusing finger at the older woman. "I'm warning you-don't you dare touch my clothes! Once you've given them to me, they're mine!"

Selma laughed and scolded, "Look at you, clinging to something so trivial. Do you think you can even wear those clothes back at the estate? Not even the servants would be caught dead in such cheap material." "Whether I wear them or not, they're mine, and I'm taking them!" Jessica retorted sharply.

"Fine," Selma said with a dismissive wave. "I'll gather them for you so you can leave already."

"Stop right there!" Jessica sprang to her feet, her posture fierce, like a tigress defending her den. "Don't touch my things! I'll pack them myself!"

hallway. Leona exchanged a glance with Violet, who gave her a slight nod to follow. Rising, Leona trailed after

and Leona could take it all in with a single glance. The room was far from tidy-mud streaked the floor, and a brand-new outfit hung over the back of a chair, reeking

dress off the chair and clutched it to her chest. The garment was plain, with

tilted her head. "Is that dress

me. That old hag acted like it was such a hardship to part with even that much. Hmph, I'm not about to leave it behind for her

think it's crude,

by the response, but

tighter. "It's that old hag's fault. She's rubbed off on me. Ugh, if I go back to Ironridge Estate and det something like that slip, Madam Margaret is just going

to

brow furrowed in thought. "Jessica... Are you sure you even want to go

toward the door, hertone sharp. "Of course I'm going back. I owe more money than I can count.

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stay here? Besides, what's so great about this place? It's going to fill up with bitter women, abandoned and

to find Hannah to

cast Violet a long, deliberate glance and said, "Don't worry. Soon, this place will be