Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1084

Carissa leaned forward slightly, her tone sharp with accusation as she asked, "Tell me, Lord Quinton, can you withstand being charged?"

Malcolm's expression darkened instantly. All he wanted now was to keep things as quiet as possible, to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention. After all, his youngest daughter had just been brought back into the household and was now being raised under the care of

his concubine, Willow.

And with the matter of the crown prince's succession still undecided, any scandal involving the Quinton family would reflect poorly on Connor as well.

At the end of the day, Trey was just a servant. He had only risen to the rank of guard because Malcolm had elevated him. Weighing the situation, Malcolm made his decision without much difficulty, the malice in his gaze unmistakable.

Trembling from head to toe, Trey slammed his head against the ground and desperately pleaded for mercy.

"You wretched scum!" Malcolm bellowed. "You dare beg for mercy after defiling an innocent lady? Even death wouldn't be enough to atone for your crime!"

Through his sobs, Trey choked out, "My lord, how is she innocent? The Whitley family sent her as an offering to you! You didn't want her, so... so I made a mistake! But she wasn't innocent! She had taken aphrodisiacs! I was trying to save her! No matter what I did wrong, I don't deserve death!"

Malcolm's fury deepened, his hatred for Douglas burning brighter. He had already rejected the man's earlier request to take his daughter as a concubine, yet Douglas had dared to resort to such vile methods.

Carissa, just say the word. Do you want his life? If you do, I'll end it right

the Quinton household. How

a thin line, the anger

matter how things played out, she could distance herself entirely from the outcome, keeping her hands clean of any controversy. She was always careful to remain untouchable, protecting the Hell

as he ordered, "Drag him out. Beat him

He

turned away, Trey dragged himself to face Carissa, his voice rising in desperation, "Even by law, my crime doesn't warrant death! You

you believe the law will spare your life, then ask your lord to send you to

deflated. Trey slumped to the

a trembling voice, "My lord, please! Send me to the authorities! Let them

his patience and this was it. Trey's request to go

Trey to

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mud-a humiliation they could not afford Every servant in the household understood this

this foolish was not

felt disappeared entirely. His face hardened as he barked, "Take