Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1242

Chapter 1242

The trio listened as the common folk continued to praise Carissa. They spoke of her efforts in establishing Gracewood Women’s Academy and skye Embroidery, and how she had now even cleaned up such a filthy place. She was truly a remarkable woman.

Of course, where there was praise, there was also criticism. Some whispered that a woman’s place was in the home, managing the household as well as bearing children and raising them.

“Lady Carissa has been married for so long, yet she hasn’t even had a child. She’s neglected her proper duties as a wife, and worse, she’s doing a man’s work.”

Violet, having grown used to such talk, merely rolled her eyes. But Cynthia and Bun, ever protective of their friend, were quick to react. They were about to step forward to argue when Violet caught them by the arm.

With a smile, she said, “Let them talk. Don’t waste your breath. It’s nothing to lose sleep over. If we engage, we’ll only cause Cari more trouble. Besides, there are plenty of people who will defend her. She has quite a following.”

And sure enough, voices soon rose in defense of Carissa.

Feeling reassured, Cynthia murmured, “Cari is only growing more remarkable.”

drunk anything all day. By nightfall, a

loss. He was too afraid to call in any outside physicians, so he could only rely on the household physician

already received a stern reprimand from Salvador and had his salary docked for a year on top of his original punishment. After leaving the palace, he was relentlessly focused on

blocked by a thin cloth. Whether that cloth was burned through or set alight, it would be

heart, Malcolm felt torn toward Carissa–grateful yet resentful. Grateful that she continued to shield the Quinton family from disgrace, but resentful that she hadn’t warned him sooner. But

trip to the gentlemen’s retreat so soon after just having

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Chapter 1242

and the household physician. Naturally, she insisted on staying, wanting to know exactly how

with sorrow. It was as if

medicine, but by midnight, his fever still showed no

brought on by the strain of emotional turmoil–an anxious heart, combined with two days without food or drink, had finally overwhelmed him. Simply put,

hadn’t improved and the household physician shook his

call for Sebastian, or perhaps take Lord Gerald back to the