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."

nonsense!" Celeste yelled, her face turning scarlet with rage. But then, she composed herself and laughed bitterly. "Ha, so you want to trick me? Fine. Yes, I loved him. I

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

funds because you incited him to do so. He deserted his post, which was your idea too. After he fled, you ordered his men

military funds because he wanted to indulge in pleasures. He's the one who ran away

help them get a bit

seduced Oliver, leading him to do many foolish things in the heat of passion,

didn't warrant death.

to steal from him and murder him-then there was

in Carissa's eyes, she realized she had been baited into confessing. Her face twisted with fury as she

seems that high-born ladies are just as good at manipulating others.

"I don't look down on you. You've broken the law and I'm here to question you.

she sneered, "Why all the pretense? You people, sitting up there on your high horses, make me sick. Stop pretending to be virtuous. Do you think sending my sisters to a monastery makes you some

they've endured can't 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

rose from her