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?”

there was also no sound

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

of it

help Gerald change. Yet here, his father had done it himself,

care.

Malcolm’s eyes. The tears he had been

completely confused, his voice trembled as he asked,

clenched tightly, his nails

the room,

could Gerald not understand what was on his son’s mind? He was

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Chapter 1236

down, not looking like he had the intention to leave. If he left now, he would have to face Carissa. Right now, he couldn’t face anyone–and he didn’t want

sent Mark to inquire with the Marquis of Glandale, asking how many people knew about Gerald’s visit to the gentlemen’s retreat.

if he hid alone in the study–he felt the weight of a thousand eyes upon

seemed like an eternity, his voice

words were thick with the remnants of tears, his

Gerald remained motionless, as if he had

how can you face anyone else?” Malcolm’s voice wavered with desperation. “At least let me understand why. When this gets out, I need

to come up with some reasonable excuse, something

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