Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1208

now stood in a row outside the gates.

Those who had once caused a scene at Highstone Estate Their heads were lowered, and fear was clear in their eyes.

Ahead of them stood a group of burly men, their fists so massive they looked like they could crush skulls with a single blow.

When Thomas dismounted, his cold gaze swept over their faces, and a thin, chilling smile escaped his lips. The formidable aura he exuded was enough to make the men’s legs weak with dread. One by one, they huddled closer together, too afraid to meet Thomas’s frosty stare.

Trevor had ordered the main gates to be opened. When Mildred heard that the Farrell family had come to propose marriage, she suddenly felt her health improve by half. She immediately ordered hot water to be brought for a bath, calling for her servants to prepare her clothes and makeup, eager to meet with them in person.

Rosalind, however, had no idea what was happening. For the past few days, her granddad had insisted that she remain in Amber Hall. He had also forbidden any of the servants from passing on the rumors circulating outside to her,

On the surface, she appeared calm–reading books, admiring the snow, and sipping coffee. But deep down, she was struggling. She thought she could handle it with grace. But when the rumors came crashing down on her like an unrelenting tide, they caught her completely off guard.

Luckily, while she was hurt, she didn’t crumble.

Her resilience came from the countless books she had read. Through their pages, she had glimpsed so many lives–stories of struggle and strength. She had learned that in this vast and complex world, everyone had their own difficult path to walk.

She knew that no one’s journey was ever a straight path, and hardships were inevitable. But she also knew that after the trials, happiness would come–just as difficult moments would eventually pass.

as she didn’t care about the

resigned herself to the possibility of never marrying, so it

matter.

It really didn’t matter.

paused for a moment, then gave a faint, bitter smile. It seemed likely they were trying to draw attention with more than just storytelling by the gate–they had

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with excitement. “General Farrell has come to propose! He brought Mrs. Murray as a matchmaker, and the gifts–oh, there

already! Anyone who

crashed onto the table, and Rosalind’s pale hand trembled slightly.

anyone what was in her mistress‘

deep breath. “How could

I swear it’s no mistake.” Josie’s

back and returned to her seat, her

out–not yet. Not

her looking a little pale, but now, with her emotions surging, a flush crept up her cheeks. It was the kind of red that called to mind autumn winds brushing through a maple grove–vivid and breathtaking, spreading inch

she steadied herself, her lips curling into a