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!”

Marjorie’s eyes. “He brought this on himself. Who else can

grip and turned to leave, ignoring the wails

for support.

Marjorie, are you truly going to leave it be? What if

was her gentle nature, but another 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 turned

had been in the household for many years and knew a lot of things which could lead to trouble if they

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Chapter 1085

time, Marjorie simply frowned and shook her head. “I can’t get

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

none of our business. But Trey wronged Ms. Whitley, and 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 you? You’re a woman too. How could you speak such cold, heartless

Marjorie was, Thea fell silent

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

day that Trey was dealt with, Violet

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

skin was fair, with round eyes that gleamed with an innocent brightness and a bright gaze. When Violet

wondered if she had the wrong person. It wasn’t until one of his concubines shrieked his name that she realized this was indeed

she asked, “Are you