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 brought

grip and turned to leave, ignoring the wails that followed her. On her

for support.

you truly going to leave it be? What if the

part was practicality–she understood the danger of alienating the estate’s lifelong servants, who could easily tarnish the Quinton family’s reputation if they

have balanced punishment with mercy. Now, she really didn’t care anymore, despite the fact that Trey and his parents had been in the household for many years and knew a lot of things which could lead to

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Chapter 1085

time, Marjorie simply frowned and shook her head. “I can’t get involved. How could I justify it to that young

to Lord Quinton. He refused her, but eventually, she would have been offered to warm someone else’s bed. She is

that’s a fact. Why bother with what ifs? What matters is what’s happening right now. You say she’s an object -what about

angry Marjorie was, Thea fell

heart sank. It was a painful truth–sometimes, men viewed women as objects. At times, even women themselves saw each other the

with, Violet snuck into

would have a cunning, deceitful face, or

with an innocent brightness and a bright gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, making

had the wrong person. It wasn’t until one of his concubines shrieked

she asked, “Are