Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1148

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Carissa sent someone to Arcane Sanctum to bring Ivy over.

Thankfully, the wound on Zoey's forehead wasn't deep. The bleeding had stopped quickly with no serious consequences.

However, Zoey had been feverish for several days, and her body was already weak. After getting so upset, her temper flared and she ended up spitting blood. Now, she was feeling lightheaded and faint.

Tears flowed continuously from the corners of Zoey's eyes no matter how much Carissa wiped them away, as though they couldn't be stopped.

"Ivy, how is she?" Carissa asked after Ivy had finished examining Zoey.

Ivy sighed heavily.

"Mrs. Prince has had a high fever for days. I just tapped her back, and it seems her lungs are affected. Her liver is severely stressed, and there's a significant buildup of toxins and poor blood circulation. The medicine she took before this was too mild to have any real effect. I've given her a strong dose now to clear the heat in her liver and regulate her lungs. Once she improves a bit, she'll need to rest and recover slowly. She can't continue working herself to the bone like this."

Afterward, Ivy requested Carissa to step outside.

and whispered, "The stress on Mrs. Prince's liver is severe, and it's largely due to emotional distress. I sense that she's hiding something-something she's unwilling to speak of. She's bottled it up, and it's taking a toll on her body." Carissa's thoughts immediately

that she was preparing for

she fares with the medicine first," Ivy continued, then

the walls of the household. As for what others might say, that was beyond the Garrison Unit's control. Once the orders were given and the guards had dispersed, Carissa turned to find Viola leaning against a pillar, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She just stared at Carissa, looking fragile like a piece of glass, as if she could shatter at any moment. "Lady Carissa, I want to ask you something." Viola's voice was thick with congestion. It

"Go ahead," Carissa replied.

bitterly. "You've opened Skye Embroidery, claiming it's to give women a voice. Then, let me ask you-if a man had done what I did, would he have been criticized? Or would people have

looked at Viola, thinking

"Has anyone praised Mr. Lewis for being capable? General Farrell was criticized because of your affair with Mr. Lewis, but he didn't do anything wrong did he? I know you want to say that men and women are treated differently-that we're not given fair treatment, that our status is lower than men's. Yes, that's the truth. But isn't that exactly why we women

one another. Don't you think Mrs. Lewis shouldn't have come to

said firmly, "You have

fet

that. Do you remember Amelia? She came from a lower background than you, and you looked down on her every chance you got You never treated her like a sister-in-law. You may not have been the one to kill her, but her death is on your hands. As for the rest, I won't waste time explaining. You already understand everything.

ignored Viola's desperate sobs as she headed

medicine and gave Zoey needle treatment. Slowly, Zoey began to recover, but her expression remained blank. She mumbled one

whatever dignity and reputation this family had

way to secure a future for her children, for all the concubines' sons and daughters under this roof, and for the children of the second branch of the family. How would