Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1089

Sometimes, the malice between women could be the most dangerous of all. Trevor may be the royal chancellor and a highly respected figure, but Rosalind was still young. Some of the students would naturally feel reluctant to fully accept her as their teacher. If it were only that, it would be easy to handle. What worried Carissa was that behind the group of troublemakers, there could be someone trying to sabotage Gracewood Women's Academy. Right now, the group of troublemakers seemed to be led by Jocelyn, but there was no sign they were following someone else's orders.

With Carissa holding so much leverage over the Quinton family, how dare they disrupt the academy?

Her first priority was to reassure Rosalind, fearing the toll it might take on her mood.

Rosalind sat in her private study, flipping through a pile of practice sheets in front of her. Her brow furrowed as she examined each page, so deeply absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even hear Carissa approach.

It wasn't until Carissa spoke her name that she looked up, her eyes briefly flashing with irritation before she caught herself. She quickly stood and greeted Carissa with a polite bow, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Headmistress, I didn't see you come in. I apologize for my rudeness."

Carissa nodded in return to her greeting. "No need for formalities, please. Do sit down."

As they settled into their seats, Carissa noticed the stack of practice sheets in front of Rosalind and recalled how furrowed her brow had been upon her entrance.

She gently asked, "Are they falling behind on their assignments?"

first few sheets of

them copy some essays. But these girls had their own ideas. They wrote their own stories, and their handwriting is... Well, to be frank, it's

same tale-a woman named Rosalind

her fiancé's family

engagement But three years later, her ex-fiancé became the top

Vol

prime minister's daughter. Onet

of

scholar's new wife with a hairpin in a

eventually executed

the story of

being shallow, greedy, and hideous. They claimed someone like her was barely even fit to be a person, let alone qualified to be a teacher. They went as far as saying that in her next life, she would only be

last curse. Glancing at the signatures

to step in and handle this, or would

Rosalind spoke with quiet

"As their

be my

and not