Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1089

Chapter 1089

Sometimes, the malice between women could be the most dangerous of all. Trevor may be the royal chancellor and a highly respected figure, but Rosalind was still young. Some of the students would naturally feel reluctant to fully accept her as their teacher.

If it were only that, it would be easy to handle. What worried Carissa was that behind the group of troublemakers, there could be someone trying to sabotage Gracewood Women’s Academy. Right now, the group of troublemakers seemed to be led by Jocelyn, but there was no sign they were following someone else’s orders.

With Carissa holding so much leverage over the Quinton family, how dare they disrupt the academy?

Her first priority was to reassure Rosalind, fearing the toll it might take on her mood.

Rosalind sat in her private study, flipping through a pile of practice sheets in front of her. Her brow furrowed as she examined each page, so deeply absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Carissa approach.

It wasn’t until Carissa spoke her name that she looked up, her eyes briefly flashing with irritation before she caught herself. She quickly stood and greeted Carissa with a polite bow, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

didn’t see you come

greeting. “No need for

noticed the stack of practice sheets in front of Rosalind and recalled how furrowed her brow had been upon her

gently asked, “Are they falling behind on

first few sheets

took it, Rosalind explained, “I just wanted them to practice writing better, so I had them copy some essays. But these girls had their own ideas. They wrote their own stories, and their handwriting is… Well, to be frank, it’s

stories they wrote all revolved around the same tale–a woman named

the top scholar and married the former prime minister’s daughter. Out of jealousy and spite, Rosalind Lopez attacked the scholar’s new wife with a hairpin in a

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they were using the story of Rosalind

a person, let alone qualified to be a teacher. They went as far as saying that in her next life, she would only be reborn

unable to suppress a chuckle. The spitefulness was childish, especially the last curse. Glancing at the signatures on the practice sheets, she noted that it

set the papers down and looked at Rosalind. “Do you need me to step in and handle this, or would you prefer

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