Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1233

Staring at the steaming coffee, Malcolm had no desire to drink it. It didn't matter that his throat was dry and his mouth felt like it was on fire.

Noticing that Carissa didn't respond to his mention of Gracewood Women's Academy, his eyes shifted. "I've heard that His Highness has a few capable men around him. Perhaps I could recommend someone..."

Carissa raised her hand to stop him. "Lord Malcolm, let's not stray from the topic. Rest assured, Lord Gerald's identity hasn't been revealed to anyone. When he left the gentlemen's retreat, I covered his head with a cloth. Even now in prison, he is still covered."

Her directness caught Malcolm off guard, making his face flush with heat. He didn't know how to respond. If he looked at it objectively, the matter was deeply embarrassing.

If it had been anyone else from the family-any cousin or nephew-he would have ordered them beaten within an inch of their life and tossed to a remote estate to fend for themselves.

Once the truth was laid bare, he had no leverage left. He lowered his voice and quietly asked,

"Commander Sinclair, is there any way you could release my dad? He's old and in poor health. He cannot endure this punishment."

Carissa replied, "Lord Malcolm, to be frank, this operation was carried out under His Majesty's orders. The Capital Guard and the Garrison Unit were sent to raid the gentlemen's retreats. Those detained will only be held for two days, as the focus isn't on them, but rather on the Sandorian spies hidden in the retreats. You may not know this, but there were over a dozen Sandorian spies concealed in the retreats, all brought here by Eleanor. Your dad himself has spent time with them."

blood drained from Malcolm's face, and

far more serious than a

could his dad have been so

of coffee to steady himself, his hand trembling

Sinclair, does this mean His Majesty knows my dad

of those involved. He only issued the order to imprison everyone present at

appeared in Malcolm's eyes. "Then,

no place to hold

that His Majesty didn't 't want to know the namesz initially, but I will be reporting to him tomorrow. Whether

pale face. He really

gentlemen's retreats, no one knew anything. But

once or twice-he's been going every few days for years. Over time, someone was

a bigger crisis than

too well. Even if Gerald had taken a few concubines, it could easily be spun as him surrounding himself with learned women to assist and inspire him while he worked

how could he explain any of this? No matter what he said, it would be impossible to spin this story in a way