Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1049

Chapter 1049

Jessica’s expression shifted, her face twisting into irritation.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop nagging me! You’re so annoying! People like you are impossible to tolerate. If I were the lady of the house, I’d never keep a servant like you around!”

“Then go on back and become the lady of the house. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of obedient servants to dote on you there,” Selma shot back without missing a beat.

Jessica scoffed, lifting her chin. “Of course I’m going back! Do you think I’d stay here to look at the sour face of an old servant like you when I could be living a life of comfort?”

“Go on, then. Don’t bother packing your clothes–what need do you have for them when you’ll have every silk and satin you could wish for waiting for you at Ironridge Estate?” Selma replied tartly.

Jessica’s head snapped up, and she pointed an accusing finger at the older woman. “I’m warning you–don’t you dare touch my clothes! Once you’ve given them to me, they’re

mine!”

Selma laughed and scolded, “Look at you, clinging to something so trivial. Do you think you can even wear those clothes back at the estate? Not even the servants would be caught dead in such cheap material.”

“Whether I wear them or not, they’re mine, and I’m taking them!” Jessica retorted sharply.

gather them for you so you can

posture fierce, like a tigress defending

off toward her room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Leona

in was small, and Leona could take it all in with a single glance. The room was far from tidy–mud streaked the floor, and a brand–new outfit hung over the back of a chair, reeking faintly of sweat. On the ground were two pairs of shoes— one plain but new, the other a pair of mud–caked sandals. They were haphazardly tossed aside, as if they had been

with no embroidery or patterns, made from the most unremarkable fabric. Yet, the stitches were fine and

“Is that dress particularly

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some old scrap fabric from the bottom of her chest to make it for me. That old hag acted like it was such a hardship to part with even that much. Hmph, I’m not about

her, wide–eyed. “Jessica, did you just

replayed her words in her head. With a dry laugh, she replied, “If you think it’s crude, cover

response, but then nodded

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fault. She’s rubbed off on me. Ugh, if I go back to Ironridge Estate and let something like that slip, Madam Margaret is just going to find another reason to criticize me. Leona’s brow

course I’m going back. I owe more money than I can count. How am I supposed to repay my debts if I stay here? Besides, what’s so great about this place? It’s going to fill up with

Hannah to say her goodbyes

barely acknowledged Violet, though before leaving, she cast Violet a long, deliberate glance and said, “Don’t worry. Soon, this place will be

with a soft hum and offered no further words. She had already learned to let time unfold at its