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!"

quiet hallway. Leona exchanged a glance with

room was 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 haphazardly tossed aside, as if they had been kicked off the moment

garment was plain, with no embroidery or patterns, made from the most unremarkable fabric. Yet, the

that

such a hardship to part with even that much. Hmph, I'm not about to leave it behind for her to reclaim." Leona stared at her,

laugh, she replied, "If you think it's crude, cover your ears and spare yourself. It's not your place to police what I say it's not like I

blinked, clearly startled by the response, but then nodded

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 det something like that slip, Madam Margaret

reason to criticize

Are you sure

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

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if I stay here? Besides, what's so great about this place? It's going to fill up with

her way to find Hannah to say her goodbyes and offer

Violet, though before leaving, she cast Violet a long, deliberate glance and