Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1236

Chapter 1236

Chapter 1236

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Carissa left the room first and Cody followed, quietly closing the door behind him.

Inside the small side hall, only Gerald and Malcolm remained. The father and son pair sat in silence for a long while, neither of them speaking, Finally, it was Malcolm who stepped forward, intending to remove the cloth covering Gerald. But the old man held tightly to it with both hands, refusing to let him.

With a heavy heart, Malcolm set the blankets and clothing aside, turning his back. “Please change your clothes. I’ll turn around.”

The sound of rustling fabric came after a long pause.

A sharp, uncomfortable feeling welled up inside Malcolm. His chest tightened, his throat burned, and his nose became clogged as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from frustration, anger, or the weight of everything he couldn’t quite accept.

All his life, his father had been a figure of stern authority, someone whose presence commanded respect. His words could shake the literary world, and his cold, unapproachable demeanor was feared by many.

But now, this disgrace.

If word of it got out, it wouldn’t just cause a ripple. It would send shockwaves through the entire kingdom.

After a long while, Malcolm’s voice broke the silence, “Are you done?”

answer, but there was also no

he saw Gerald lying on the makeshift bed of chairs, completely wrapped in the thick quilt, his face and head hidden beneath it. The clothes he had worn earlier were carefully folded, resting neatly on the

it struck Malcolm

father had done it himself, managing not only to change but to fold

care.

colors–the bright, garish hues–burned Malcolm’s eyes. The tears he had been holding back finally

his voice trembled

the blanket, Gerald’s hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging

entered the room, he

was on his

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Chapter 1236

not looking like he had the intention to leave. If he left now, he would have to face Carissa. Right

how many people knew about Gerald’s visit to the gentlemen’s retreat. He wouldn’t move

he hid alone in the study–he felt

what seemed like an eternity, his voice cracked as he asked again,

the remnants

Gerald remained motionless, as if he had stopped breathing

desperation.

left was to come up with some reasonable excuse, something that

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