Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1078

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Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078

It was Hannah who finally spoke up, saying there was no need to keep searching. Since the Whitley family denied Karen’s existence, she would be a new person, with no ties to them

anymore.

Though Carissa and Violet felt that the Whitley family was heartless, they couldn’t deny that Hannah’s words made sense. There was no use in continuing to pursue the matter–it wouldn’t change anything.

Getting revenge, even just to vent, wouldn’t solve the problem. What mattered now was getting Karen to live, to give up on the idea of ending her life, and to speak out about the person who had wronged her.

Zoey had already promised to help with counseling, and now seemed like the right time to step in.

She brought in a bowl of millet porridge and glanced at the pale and listless girl lying on the bed. She looked so exhausted yet still so beautiful, with her pale face barely hiding her

beauty.

Zoey entered without saying anything. She simply took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the young woman’s face and her hands, and then stroked her hair.

It was Karen herself who shifted and pulled away.

“Dirty,” she murmured–her first words since coming to Skye Embroidery.

disliked herself for being

voice soft and comforting. “You’re

remained unmoved, her expression

the millet porridge, speaking to her like one would to

open her mouth, but her lips

coaxed, bringing the spoon to her

mouth. She didn’t even dare to look at Zoey, avoiding her gaze as if afraid her dirtiness would taint the elegant

millet porridge. If you want relief, just drink it. Afterward, tell me who harmed you, and we’ll make sure they pay for what they’ve done.

as she mustered enough strength to

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it down in large,

thin

down, using a

the polson will take effect. Tell me who did this to you, and

and she didn’t question Zoey’s words. She truly believed the millet porridge contained arsenic and that she could finally be free. She lay back down, tears slipping down her cheeks, “If I’m going to die anyway, then let

person who ruined her life? Or was it that she didn’t trust

muttered, wiping away her tears. Her eyes were still empty,

hoping you will live. There’s no arsenic in the porridge.

“Why can’t you just let me die? I don’t want to

sat beside her, letting her cry and offering no

arrived and instructed Alana to watch over Karen. Zoey stepped outside

thought,” Zoey said, explaining how she had tricked Karen into drinking the millet porridge. “Logically, she should hate that person more than anyone, but she’d rather die than reveal who it was. Even if she doesn’t know the person’s identity, she could at least explain what happened and where it took

catastrophic. It’s understandable if she can’t bring herself to talk about

but