Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047

The Marquis of Ironridge’s family spent the entire night getting to the bottom of things.

Once everything was clear, Margaret summoned Leopold. She laid out her plans.

“Divorce Serena, bring Jessica back, and invite those storytellers to come and tell the truth. We need them to clear things up.”

Leopold was already filled with disdain for Jessica. He didn’t want her back, and strongly disagreed with Margaret’s approach.

“I don’t agree, Mom. We should just leave things as they are. People have already been gossiping about me because of what happened to Jessica. After all this time, I finally got some peace when I divorced her. All the gossip outside doesn’t concern us–it’s all about Jessica.

“If we clear things up now, it will only tarnish our reputation and Emma’s as well. She’s your niece, and she’s also the mother of your two grandchildren. You’re being too harsh. Either way, I won’t take Jessica back–if she’s divorced, she’ll stay divorced.”

Margaret looked at him, her chest tightening with frustration and sorrow. Leopold had a head and eyes, but he was as good as a mannequin. He neither thought nor looked around

him.

In families with noble titles and a long history like theirs, the one thing they feared was a lazy and mediocre heir–a disgrace worse than a wastrel.

Margaret’s head spun, but she forced herself to push through.

here because she still respects me and wants us to handle it ourselves. If this gets out because of her, we won’t have anything left to hide behind.

breath, her breathing becoming a

and asked, “Since Lady Carissa is willing to give you some respect, could we ask her to suppress the matter? That workshop is just for show and a way to gain attention, anyway. Wouldn’t it be smarter to use that workshop to get a favor from us and keep the

letting out a heavy sigh. “Fine.

You should talk to her instead,” Leopold said, hoping

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Chapter 1047

Flora who had miscarried–he was frustrated with them all. If Barbara hadn’t provoked Jessica, none of this would have happened and Flora’s

“I’m sick. I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ll have to decide

she

this! It’s a matter for the inner household–how can

bedside and slammed it onto the floor, shouting in fury, “Why is it always on me? I’m dying! When I’m gone, who will care about the affairs of this

a loud crash, shards of delicate

leaving a thin trail of blood. He furrowed his brow, his irritation growing. Seeing his mom was in such a state, however,

oppose

her

Jessica back. If anyone else wants

turned and left, giving orders to the servants to clean

eyes closed, but

Useless!