Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1236

Carissa left the room first and Cody followed, quietly closing the door behind him.

Inside the small side hall, only Gerald and Malcolm remained. The father and son pair sat in silence for a long while, neither of them speaking. Finally, it was Malcolm who stepped forward, intending to remove the cloth covering Gerald. But the old man held tightly to it with both hands, refusing to let him.

With a heavy heart, Malcolm set the blankets and clothing aside, turning his back. "Please change your clothes. I'll turn around."

The sound of rustling fabric came after a long pause.

A sharp, uncomfortable feeling welled up inside Malcolm. His chest tightened, his throat burned, and his nose became clogged as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't tell if it was from frustration, anger, or the weight of everything he couldn't quite accept.

All his life, his father had been a figure of stern authority, someone whose presence commanded respect. His words could shake the literary world, and his cold, unapproachable demeanor was feared by many. But now, this disgrace.

If word of it got out, it wouldn't just cause a ripple. It would send shockwaves through the entire kingdom. After a long while, Malcolm's voice broke the silence, "Are you done?"

There was no answer, but there was also no sound of fabric rustling anymore.

Turning slowly, he saw Gerald lying on the makeshift bed of chairs, completely wrapped in the thick quilt, his face and head hidden beneath it. The clothes he had worn earlier were carefully folded, resting neatly on the table beside him.

The neatness of it struck Malcolm deeply.

past, there had always been servants to help Gerald change. Yet here, his father had done it himself, managing not only to

Malcolm's eyes. The tears he had been holding back

voice

clenched tightly, his nails digging into

the room, he hadn't called Gerald

understand what was on

looking like he had the intention to leave. If he left now, he would have to

of Glandale, asking how many people knew about Gerald's visit to the gentlemen's retreat. He

if he hid alone in the study-he

eternity, his voice cracked as

thick with the remnants of tears,

as if he had stopped breathing

how can you face anyone else?" Malcolm's

why. When this gets out, I need to be able to

to come up with

full 15 minutes, Gerald finally lifted the blankets, likely

caught off guard, nearly toppling from his chair in shock. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath until the tightness

speaking in

I don't blame you. I can't forgive myself either. But I've never indulged myself in my life. Now, with half a foot in the grave and our family flourishing, let myself

had always been justifying his actions to himself this way. How else could he bring himself to wear