Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1085

Chapter 1085

Marjorie had been standing quietly outside the courtyard. When she saw Carissa emerge, she curtsied respectfully and walked her to the gate. She had heard everything from her spot outside.

“How is the girl doing now?” Marjorie asked softly as they walked.

“She’s staying at the workshop,” Carissa said with a faint sigh. “But she hasn’t given up on trying to end her own life.”

Marjorie fell silent for a moment before murmuring, “What a tragedy.”

At the gate, she stopped and added, “If there’s anything I can do to help the girl, please don’t hesitate to let me know, Your Grace.”

Carissa inclined her head. “Thank you, Madam Marjorie. I’ll remember that.”

Marjorie curtsied once more, watching as Carissa mounted her horse and rode away. She remained at the gate for a long while, lost in thought, until Trey’s parents approached. They fell to their knees and pleaded with her.

“Please, my lady, call for a physician to save Trey!”

Marjorie’s expression turned cold as she looked down at them. “Ask Lord Quinton to make that decision. This is not something I can handle.”

Trey’s mother grabbed at Marjorie’s skirt as she begged, “My lady, please have mercy! Trey is our only son! We can’t let our family line die off!”

flashed in Marjorie’s eyes. “He

free from the woman’s grip and turned to leave, ignoring the wails that followed her. On

for support.

Marjorie, are you truly going to leave it be? What if the servants grow disloyal?” Thea asked hesitantly,

nature, but another part was practicality–she understood the danger of alienating the estate’s lifelong servants, who could

care anymore, despite the fact that Trey and his parents had been in the household for many years and knew a lot of

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Chapter 1085

head. “I can’t get involved. How could

refused her, but eventually, she would

and that’s a fact. Why bother with what ifs? What

how angry Marjorie was, Thea

truth–sometimes, men viewed women as objects. At times, even women themselves saw each other the

was dealt with, Violet snuck into the Whitley

have a cunning, deceitful face, or at least be ugly and repulsive. She never expected Douglas to

gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black, his eyes showed

a moment, Violet even wondered if she had the wrong person. It wasn’t until one of his concubines shrieked his name that she realized this was

“Are you Douglas