Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 482

Chapter 482

Naturally, Dorothy’s head never made contact with the pillar. With so many people in the room and her actions being so slow, her children and grandchildren had plenty of time to pull her back.

Dorothy had only intended to use that act as a way to scare Rafael, hoping it would stop the household soldiers from smashing things.

But Rafael’s expression remained cold, and the household soldiers didn’t pause in their destruction. They continued to smash anything in sight, sending some of the more timid women screaming and fleeing to the back courtyard.

Dorothy was furious, her vision darkening with anger. She hadn’t expected Rafael to be so brazen, completely unafraid of her threat to bash her own head in.

The soldiers didn’t go into the inner courtyard, as it was off–limits to men. Travis knew this rule well, so they restricted their rampage to the front courtyard and the main hall..

Noah watched the scene with a pale face. He knew very well why Rafael was so enraged tonight-

because his son, Samuel, had pushed Leona earlier today, causing her to suffer complications with b

pregnancy.

her

teeth as a result of the beating he received from Alana. With blood filling her grandson’s

However, Helen had come late at night specifically to stir up this matter, scolding them to provoke a confrontation, which then gave Rafael and Carissa an excuse

could only endure it. If word got out, the narrative would turn into the Earl of Gracehold’s household attacking Helen–a crime

remorse. He had mistreated Leona, his legitimate wife, while favoring a

fury, though overwhelming, was something they could endure. At least this way, the matter

mind, he had already composed several articles denouncing the Hell Monarch. He was convinced that once these

As long as he led the charge,

In fact, he actually hoped Rafael would cause even more destruction and behave even more outrageously. The more tyrannical the prince appeared, the

Chapter 482

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was nestled in Samuel’s arms, his blood dripping onto her head, making

maintained an outward appearance of calm, but it was all an act. The hand she kept hidden under her dress was trembling slightly.

been destroyed. In the hall, chairs, tables, partition screens, and the antiques on the shelves all lay on the ground–some shattered,

would report this to the authorities. But Abigail held onto her tightly, not just supporting her but gripping her firmly to prevent her from trying to dash toward the