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!"

stormed off toward her room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Leona exchanged a glance with Violet, who gave her a slight nod to

far from tidy-mud streaked the floor, and a brand-new outfit hung over the back of a chair, reeking faintly of sweat. On the ground were two pairs of shoes -one plain but new, the other a pair of mud-caked sandals. They were

with no embroidery

that dress particularly precious

from the bottom of her chest to make it for me. That old hag acted like it was such a hardship to part with even that

dry laugh, she replied, "If you think it's crude, cover your

response, but then nodded dumbly. "Oh... All

hugging the bundle of clothes tighter. "It's that old hag's fault. She's rubbed off on me. Ugh, if I go back to Ironridge Estate and

to criticize

thought. "Jessica... Are you sure

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

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place? It's going to fill up with

her way to find Hannah to say her goodbyes and offer her

still barely acknowledged Violet, though before leaving, she cast Violet a long, deliberate