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.

“I’ll gather them for you so you

her posture fierce, like a tigress defending her den. “Don’t

toward her room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Leona exchanged a glance with Violet, who gave her a slight nod to follow. Rising,

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

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

“Is that

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old scrap fabric from the bottom of her chest to make it for me. That old hag acted like it was such a

stared at her, wide–eyed. “Jessica, did you

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

the response, but then nodded dumbly. “Oh…

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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

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

Jessica made her way to find Hannah to say her goodbyes

a long, deliberate glance and

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