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.

said with a dismissive wave. “I’ll gather them for

Jessica sprang to her feet, her posture fierce, like a

Leona exchanged a glance with Violet, who

been staying 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

clutched it to her chest. The garment was plain, with no embroidery or patterns, made from

that dress

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acted like

her, wide–eyed. “Jessica,

head. With a dry laugh, she replied, “If you think it’s crude, cover your ears and spare yourself. It’s not your place to police what I say–it’s not

clearly startled by the response,

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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 furrowed in

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?

find Hannah to

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

hum and offered no further words. She had