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.

dismissive wave. “I’ll gather

feet, her posture fierce, like a tigress defending her den. “Don’t touch my things!

footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Leona exchanged a glance with Violet,

of a chair, reeking faintly of sweat. On the ground were two pairs of shoes—

dress off the chair and clutched it to her chest. The garment was plain, with no embroidery or patterns, made from the most unremarkable fabric.

head. “Is that dress particularly

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me. That old hag acted like it was such a hardship to

at her, wide–eyed. “Jessica, did

her words in her 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

clearly startled by the response, but then nodded dumbly.

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old hag’s 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

her tone sharp. “Of 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 bitter women, abandoned and angry. I’d suffocate in

Hannah to say

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

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