Her Graceful War Song

Eleanor smiled coldly. "Why the hurry? To accomplish that, we still need Helen to step in."

"Aunt Helen?" Jessica's anger flared as she recalled their previous confrontation when Helen and Carissa had demanded money from them. "She's allied with Carissa now. Can she still be of any use to us?" Eleanor slowly picked up her cup and took a sip. "She may not heed our words, but psychological tactics always work on her. There is someone who can handle this matter."

Jessica's eyes brightened. "Psychological tactics? You mean Aunt Dakota?"

She slapped her thigh. "Mom, you think of everything! Aunt Dakota's daughter-in-law, Adelaide, has a daughter. Then, there's Kendrick's concubines too. Inez has a son and a daughter, while Matilda has a daughter and is currently pregnant.

"If Aunt Helen finds out about Matilda's pregnancy, she will undoubtedly be eager to push Rafael to take a concubine. If that sparks a quarrel between them, it will be quite entertaining." Eleanor sipped her coffee leisurely.

When it cooled, she asked for a fresh cup, then said, "They will never be united in purpose-there will always be conflict and friction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. It's up to us to stir the pot. Helen is easy to manipulate. As long as she and Carissa are at odds, using Helen will be straightforward."

"You're right, Mom," Jessica agreed, nodding.

Eleanor pondered for a moment, then added, "In any case, we should aim to make Rafael's household chaotic and unsettled. Ideally, it will be like the Warren family. That will force Rafael to focus on his household affairs and neglect other matters."

Jessica hummed in agreement. Although she had doubts about focusing on Rafael's household, she trusted that her mother had her reasons.

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Serena returned to her home and sat at her vanity in her bedroom. As she gazed into the mirror, she studied her reflection. Her cheeks were slightly rounded, giving her a full, lustrous appearance that was traditionally associated with great wealth and prosperity.

Her maid, Vivian, asked, "My lady, you've been gazing at the mirror for a while. Has your makeup faded? Would you like me to redo your hair and adjust your accessories?"

"Vivian, do you think I look good?" Serena asked, touching her fair and supple face.

"My lady, you're naturally beautiful," Vivian replied.

"And how do I compare to Carissa?" Serena pressed further.

Vivian hesitated for a moment, then smiled brightly. "My lady, you're naturally livelier and more radiant than her."

Serena felt a surge of pride. "Find that headpiece Carissa gifted me... No, forget it, don't bother with her things."

Jessica would arrange everything

for Serena in due course. When the time came, she couldn't afford to appear shabby. Otherwise, how would she capture the Hell O Monarch's attention?

"Is there something you're particularly happy about, my lady?" Vivian asked.

Serena was brimming with joy and excitement, almost bursting to share the news. But recalling Jessica's instructions, she managed to hold back. The anticipation was nearly unbearable; she wouldn't be able to endure keeping this secret for the next few days.

So, she went to Rebecca's room. She sent away her mother's maid, Jade, leaving just the two of them alone.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Rebecca looked frail, lying in bed with a sickly appearance. She hadn't gotten up for several days. Though she was cleaned daily, there was still a lingering odor.

Serena sat at a distance, trying to contain her excitement. "Mom, Lady Helen's birthday banquet at Hell Monarch Estate is next month, and Lady Jessica said she would take me."

Rebecca's response was curt, "Let

her do her own thing. Why would you go? That woman didn't even send us an invitation. Have you forgotten how she's caused trouble for your brother? Don't go to her celebration!"