Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1384

Celeste's

fists tightened, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes. "That's why I say the heavens are unfair. How could this happen?"

"You said it yourself-it's all about one's birth. Even the woman you call an old hag also comes from a noble family," Carissa replied calmly, her voice carrying a subtle sense of superiority.

Celeste hated that attitude more than anything, for it reminded her of Eleanor-the one who stood in the clouds while Celeste could only crawl in the dust below. Her anger flared, her chest rising and falling sharply.

"So what if she's of noble birth? She was still rejected by her own husband," Celeste taunted.

"Mr. Prince? She never cared for him at all," Carissa said dismissively. "It's only you who treats him like some precious gem."

"He's no gem to me, he's a waste of space," Celeste spat, her expression hardening.

Carissa smiled contemptuously. "What I know isn't quite like that. You even had a child with him. Knowing full well that desertion is a grave crime, you followed him without hesitation. I've seen enough people like you people who say one thing and do another."

scarlet with rage. But then, she composed herself and laughed bitterly. "Ha, so you want to trick me? Fine. Yes, I loved

"Alright, you caught me. But it doesn't really matter. I was just going through the motions. The scribe will write the confession we need, and I'll be able to file my report." Celeste sucked in a sharp breath. "You're trying to frame

truth. Mr. Prince embezzled military funds because you incited him to do so. He deserted his post, which was your idea too.

I didn't make him do anything! He's the one who embezzled the military funds because he wanted to indulge in pleasures. He's the one who ran away from the battlefield out of fear for his

angry and all did was help them get a bit of profit.

Celeste had seduced Oliver, leading him to do many foolish things in the

warrant

plotted to steal from him and murder him-then there

the flash of light in Carissa's eyes, she realized she had

just as good at manipulating others. In that case, why do you look down on me?" said

her usual calm demeanor. "I don't look down on you. You've broken the law

the pretense? You people, sitting up there on your high horses, make me sick. Stop pretending to be virtuous. Do

be erased with a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee. Spare me the act. You're just using them to boost your reputation, but you won't succeed. Sooner or later, someone will

her