Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 860

Chapter 860

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Rebecca froze, her gaze fixed on Zoey. The corners of her eyes, which had sagged slightly, now lifted, filled with scrutiny as she tried to gauge whether the younger woman was joking.

But it was clear that Zoey was not joking–she was dead serious.

A rush of blood flooded Rebecca’s head as she struggled to catch her breath, scarcely able to believe that Zoey was asking her for money to buy medicine. They were family by marriage, and this was for medicine. Did she have to be so calculative about it?

Suppressing the humiliation that bubbled up inside her Rebecca shot a glance at Tara. There were s things she simply couldn’t voice, given her senior status.

some

Recognizing the cue, Tara mustered the courage to ask, “Could you lend us the money for now, Madam Zoey? We can pay you back later.”

“I rushed out of my home this morning. How could I possibly have that much money on me?” Zoey replied.

fetch it first,” Tara suggested,

bit redundant? I’d have

eventually. You can’t be saying

face flushed with anger, her complexion darkening. It was

the steward isn’t here at the

Viola in th

“Then, send someone to fetch him. I’ll check on Viola in the meantime. Once you have the funds, send them over to Grace Mansion. It’s just running an errand for

offered a polite nod and left. Once outside the courtyard, a cold

of it all–daring to ask her for money to

the past few days, finally managing to settle herself after narrowly escaping death. The thought of her brush with the afterlife sent chills down her

held a ridiculous and pitying attitude towards Amelia’s death, thinking it was absurd for someone to be so fragile and be unable to bear any burden. If living was so difficult, what was

Viola understood just how terrifying death could be. And yet Amelia, that timid woman, had chosen death. She had first tried to throw herself into the river, and failing that,

she believed her late sister–in–law’s death had nothing to do with her, but then Zoey scolded her and pointed out that

this notion. Yet, Zoey laid out one point after another, painting a picture of a bitter, sharp–tongued, and selfish

was her, Viola

become like this She was the third daughter of Earl of Silverstone’s family, a lady who had never known hardship. It was no exaggeration to say she lived a life of luxury. But after marrying