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

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

room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Leona exchanged

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,

garment was plain, with no embroidery or patterns, made

tilted her head. “Is that dress particularly precious to

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Hardly! Selma dug out 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,

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

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 what I

blinked, clearly startled by the response, but then nodded

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tighter. “It’s that 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 to criticize me. Leona’s brow furrowed

supposed to repay my debts if I stay

way to find Hannah to say her goodbyes and

before leaving, she cast Violet a long, deliberate glance

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