Her Majestic Battle Cry
Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1032

Chapter 1032

Lulu hadn’t thought it through deeply. She just felt that if this issue was causing tension between them, it wasn’t worth it.

“I think, considering how much Ms. Spencer has supported you all this time, it might be better to give in just this once. Besides, there’s still no evidence to show that anyone other than the servants from Ironridge Estate is stirring things up.”

“There are some matters where it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Carissa said thoughtfully, resting her chin in her hand. “But I have a handle on this. Don’t worry.”

After a pause, she added, “I’ll visit the workshop later.”

Claire hadn’t left and was still standing nearby. She actually agreed more with Carissa’s approach. With things already causing such a stir from the very beginning, the workshop needed to take a firm stance.

“Your Grace, I’ll go with you.”

Carissa looked up at her. “No need, Claire. You stay and continue investigating. See if anyone has been paid to spread rumors.”

“Understood!” Claire replied before heading out.

Carissa then called for Luke, asking him to visit Giles and replace out how many of the servants who had been mistreated by Jessica were involved, and which incidents had been

the most serious.

Violet fumed as she paced around the garden. She walked in circles for a while before spotting Helen sitting in a pavilion, listening to music. Violet immediately made her way

over.

Seeing her approach, Helen quickly signaled for the singer to leave and turned to Gillian. ” Let’s return to my room.”

“Ms. Spencer is coming over,” Gillian said with a smile.

“I can see she’s coming. She’s been walking in circles over there, puffing her cheeks out like that. We don’t need any trouble. Let’s go,” Helen responded.

As Violet arrived at the pavilion, she could only watch as Helen left. She knew she had acted rashly earlier, but she was really angry. That large door, which she had personally chosen and had replaced, had been ruined. Also, Skye Embroidery’s plaque had been defaced with some unknown substance. The calligraphy on it was done by Kyle–did Carissa not care at all?

What hurt the most was that their good intentions had been trashed, which left Violet feeling utterly disheartened.

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Chapter 1032

“What are you daydreaming about?” Travis‘ voice suddenly came from behind her, and he gave her shoulder a light pat.

“Stop it. I’m already annoyed,” Violet grumbled, sitting down in the pavilion with a sour expression.

Travis gave her a mischievous look. “Wow, I never thought I’d see you and Cari argue. You’re a bit of a troublemaker, but you always listen to her. How did this even happen?”

Violet shot him a glare. “How do you know that? You’re such a busybody.”

Travis plopped down across from her, clearly pleased with himself. “What’s going on in this house that I don’t know about? What’s got you so worked up? Haven’t you ever been upset before? You’re letting this little thing get to you?”

“Jessica was never a good person. Just get rid of her already. Why let that trash make trouble for the common people and destroy everything we’ve worked so hard for?” Violet grumbled.

Travis chuckled. “People’s intentions are the least valuable thing. The workshop has nothing to do with the common folk. They probably feel like they or their families will never need anything from the workshop, and deep down, they just don’t like its existence. If it gets destroyed, so much the better.”

Violet’s anger flared. “That’s exactly why we can’t let them destroy it! Just kick Jessica out and be done with it. Why are we still protecting her?”

“Carissa’s not protecting Jessica,” Travis said with a smirk. “She’s protecting the workshop. We’ve always listened to her since we were kids, and we still do. I’m not going to preach to you, but here’s one thing that’ll really hit home. She can face all the storms of the city without blinking, because she’s been through even bigger storms before.”

Those words hit Violet like a sharp arrow to the chest. Suddenly, all her anger turned into something else–something much softer, more painful.

Seeing her expression soften, Travis was about to continue comforting her when his flicked to something behind her.

He burst out laughing. “Ha! Here she comes to apologize!”

eyes

Violet followed his gaze and turned around just in time to see a figure doing somersaults toward them. The figure’s movements were light as a feather, flipping through the air, never seeming to touch the ground. After a dozen or more flips, the person landed gracefully in front of them.

Unable to hold back, Violet let out a laugh. “How childish. You’re already all grown up and you’re still doing this?”