Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 611

Chapter 611

After saying that, Carissa released her grip on Viola’s arm. Viola stumbled back and collapsed into a chair, covering her face with her hands.

“If it’s not you, then who? Who’s trying to harm me? If it’s not you, then who else could it be?”

Carissa found herself at a loss for words, grappling with frustration. She wasn’t angry–Viola was simply too sheltered by her family and the Farrell family to think for herself.

To put it plainly, Viola was both selfish and foolish.

Sitting down, Carissa took a deep breath. Getting angry at someone like Viola was pointless. Logic might not work either, but it was worth a shot.

“Let me ask you something. What grudge do I have against you?”

Viola pulled out a handkerchief to dab at her tears, her eyes swollen and red. “Are you saying there’s no grudge? You’re Barrett’s first wife, and we were married on the same day. You overshadowed me in terms of dowry, which made me looked down upon when I entered the Warren family.”

armrest of her chair, inhaling deeply before

I be angry at you? What grudge is there between us? Why would I supposedly harm you on

“But you and Silas…”

She’s about to give birth. Silas is in charge of the sanctum’s procurement, and he manages the medicine store. Since Sebastian wasn’t around, I had to get the medicine from him.

again. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked utterly pathetic. Yet, she stubbornly retorted, “I don’t believe you! Who else

the table. “Give

Viola, and her tears stopped flowing. She stared blankly at

I couldn’t care less about who he

across her features. “If you don’t care, then why did you go to save him? You

the Mystic Army, I received word that there were assassins lurking in the capital, and I went to track them down. I’m not so heartless that I could stand by and watch the people in Valor Estate get slaughtered. It’s

With the way he and Aurora treated you, how can you still return kindness

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Chapter 611

began to fade, yet her stubbornness remained. Suddenly, Carissa decided to give up on the conversation. It was futile–there was no point in wasting her breath. She just needed to stall until someone from Valor Estate or Silverstone Estate came to take Viola away. “Here’s your chance: if you have any grievances against me, spit it all out now. That way, you won’t come banging on my door to berate me later. I let you off the hook this time, but next

and almost dismissive, and felt humiliated. But as she replayed their past grievances in