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.”

a high fever struck him.

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

on top of his original punishment. After

was like a wildfire only blocked by a thin cloth. Whether that cloth was burned through or set alight, it would be a disaster for the Quinton family. The only thing he could be thankful for was that Salvador didn’t seem

she hadn’t warned him sooner. But he couldn’t voice this resentment, especially since Kylie had originally opposed Gracewood Women’s Academy. Why should Carissa tell

already said it herself–she hadn’t expected Gerald would make another trip to the gentlemen’s retreat so soon after

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Chapter 1242

Gerald rambled incoherently. Carissa wouldn’t allow anyone near him except for Malcolm and the household

His words were muddled and soft, yet heavy with sorrow. It was as if he was

midnight, his fever still showed

had finally overwhelmed him.

Gerald’s condition hadn’t improved and the household physician shook his

Malcolm to step outside, then suggested, “I think we should call for Sebastian, or perhaps