Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1153

Kyle chased after Isaac, calling out as he caught up.

Isaac waved him off, continuing to walk ahead. "Don't say anything. It's not worth mentioning."

"Isaac, this is just our guess. It might not be true," Kyle said, knowing his younger guild member well. Isaac never spoke of his discomfort but would always seek solitude when troubled.

"It's fine, really. I'll just go have a drink," Isaac replied with a grin. "It's rare that the autumn wind is blowing, and the weather's perfect. A drink is what's needed-preferably with some beautiful company."

Violet stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, let's go drink then."

It was only now that Violet realized Isaac wasn't the child of a concubine. Evelyn was his mom, and he had the same parents as Oliver and Viola.

"The place I'm going isn't appropriate for you," Isaac said, not wanting Violet to follow.

Violet ignored him and kept a tight grip on his arm. "I'll settle the bill for you."

"I have money. You don't need to follow me," Isaac snapped, suddenly sharp and biting. "Do you think I'm that poor? You want to take care of my drinking and amusements? I'd rather you stop dwelling on that life-saving favor you think you owe me. Honestly, I'm so tired of women like you-you don't even know how annoying you are."

Violet wasn't upset in the least. Instead, she smiled cheerfully. "So, women are annoying? What about men?"

shot her a sour look. "They're all

Violet said, pulling him toward the stables. "The wind is so fresh-when you ride into it,

her tone turning sharp. "If you're not going to ride, then you're coming to drink. Either way, you have to come with me I'm

voices fading as Violet tugged

slumped, and a heaviness settled in

truth long ago, but chose the lies because they were easier to bear. Why did they have

word. Whether the investigation was good or

-

Tower, a few wine bottles already emptied. The shopkeeper had come to check on

money, huh?

"Do

Stumbling to his feet, he pulled out a thick stack of property deeds

up the scattered deeds. "What are you buying all these properties for? Planning to settle down in the capital? Aren't you going back to Meadow Ridge?" Isaac raised a hand to tilt her chin, his eyes bloodshot, reeking of alcohol. "Meadow Ridge is my home. There's no one for me here

a dull thud, the world spinning around him. Mumbling to himself, he said, "I'm such a fool.

"It's my

How could I

Their son was gravely ill, and instead of getting

let