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?"

a sour look. "They're

you riding. No men, no women. Just us and the open air," Violet said, pulling him toward the stables. "The wind is so fresh-when you ride into

coming to drink. Either way, you have to

their voices fading as Violet tugged Isaac

a heaviness settled

ago, but chose the lies because they were easier to bear.

said a word. Whether the investigation was good or bad, no

-

Tower, a few wine bottles already emptied. The shopkeeper had come to check on them. Seeing Isaac start to slur his

money, huh?

"Do

you bring me more wine?" Isaac said, fuming, his face flushed Stumbling to his feet, he pulled out a thick stack of property deeds from his

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

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

"It's my

How could

so obviously wrong. Their son was gravely ill, and instead

let some