Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1389

Zoey was sitting at the table, sewing a new dress for her daughter. Once the dress was finished, she planned to embroider some decorative patterns. After all, her daughter was now living at Hell Monarch Estate; it wouldn't do for her to rely completely on the royal household for everything, especially her clothes.

Her mind was in turmoil. The words Carissa had spoken kept circling in her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it would come to pass.

If Oliver found himself without options, he would surely return to the capital. Whether or not he would immediately come looking for her afterward was uncertain, but she had a sense that he would first try to find Evelyn.

He wouldn't turn to Zoey unless he was certain that Evelyn could offer him no help. But Evelyn was deeply attached to her son and would go to any lengths to try and assist him.

Zoey had followed them the entire day, and while nothing had happened, that didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the days to come. If Oliver returned to the capital, it would only be for money. He wouldn't have the intention of staying in the city for long.

Evelyn had no money, but after years in the capital, she had cultivated certain connections. She could borrow a little here and there, pulling people into her troubles without them realizing it.

However, Evelyn couldn't go out by herself. She was too ill to leave the house, and she couldn't bring herself to go and ask for help. Most likely, she would have to send Luna or Viola to do it.

As Zoey pondered these things, Viola entered the room quickly.

Zoey looked up and asked, "What's wrong, Viola?"

her face. "Zoey, I've done so many foolish things in the past. I've caused you so much trouble, embarrassed you,

difference clearly now. Viola no longer carried the sharpness and bitterness that once defined her. While there had still been remnants of her spoiled demeanor when she first

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said, "Hearing you

that had happened, how could things possibly get better? But if Zoey said it, she believed it-because the older woman had the strength to make it

Viola took it, dabbing at her eyes, and then noticed the dress

is living in Hell Monarch Estate now,

had been, always comparing herself to Carissa, whether openly

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slightly. Though her face remained calm, her heart was

he went looking

must have already

had been exiled, while the women were sent to Skye Embroidery. They were in such dire straits, without even a home to

nerve to

kind of scoundrel had

and