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 mouth, Dorothy’s heart ached too much

Helen

tonight, they could only endure it. If word got out, the narrative

reflect poorly on Samuel, who, after losing his position, showed no remorse. He had mistreated Leona, his

these accusations were something the Earl of Gracehold’s family could bear, in comparison, the Hell Monarch’s fury, though overwhelming, was

already composed several articles denouncing the Hell Monarch. He was convinced that once

once idolized Samuel. As long as he led the charge, articles condemning the Hell Monarch would spring

cause even more destruction and behave even more

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arms, his blood dripping onto her head, making them seem like a pair of

truth, the sight unfolding before them all even startled Helen. She had maintained an outward appearance of calm, but it was all an act. The hand she kept hidden under her

courtyard was in shambles. Everything that could be smashed by hand had been destroyed. In the hall, chairs, tables, partition screens, and the antiques on

wailing that Rafael had gone too far and that she would report this to the authorities. But Abigail held onto her tightly, not just supporting