Her Graceful War Song

A woman shouldn’t strike her husband, especially not in the face. Such behavior was unacceptable in a prestigious household like the Warren family, no matter their current status, and even ordinary people wouldn’t resort to that. In moments of anger, it was more acceptable to hit someone’s shoulder or arm. After all, a woman’s fists didn’t pack much power.

A slap to the face stripped a man of his dignity.

There were servants outside. How could Barrett retain his dignity in the estate at this rate? Especially now that he had been promoted to the commander of the Crown Guard.

That slap had knocked out whatever little joy remained in his heart.

Viola bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she had crossed a line, but pride held her. back from apologizing.

“Forget it. Just leave,” Barrett said, suppressing his anger.

He didn’t want to argue anymore. He had suffered enough from their discord, and it drained him.

After hitting him, Viola felt a twinge of guilt. However, hearing his cold words stung her heart.

“I came to take care of you while I’m pregnant. I wanted you to recover quickly so you could take up your post, but your attitude has left me very disappointed.”

Barrett closed his eyes, unwilling to engage or respond

His indifference cut deep into Viola.

She stood up, wiped her tears, and bitterly said, “Fine. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll go back to my family’s home.”

She knew that Barrett cared about her family’s opinion With her pregnant, he would undoubtedly be worried if she returned home. But as she and Poppy left, she didn’t hear Barrett calling for her to come back. Anger and sorrow bubbled within her.

It felt as if Barrett hadn’t cared at all…

In a fit of anger, she decided to return to her family’s home with Poppy.

The sudden turmoil in the capital led the prominent families to keep their people on a short leash. Zoey felt the same, and although her family didn’t interact with Eleanor much, being cautious was always wise.

So, when Zoey heard that Viola had come back home in tears, heavily pregnant, she regretted not issuing stronger orders to keep her out. Of course, that was merely a thought–she could never actually prevent Viola from returning.

Evelyn sent someone to summon her, but Zoey wasn’t in a rush to head over. Instead, she first called for Poppy to come over and answer some questions.

Poppy had been secretly given an extra portion of monthly allowance, which was a reward for keeping an eye on Viola. If anything excessive happened, she was to report back immediately. Zoey needed to resolve the issue quickly before her sister–in–law caused any real trouble,

This time, Poppy hadn’t come to inform them beforehand. Viola had rushed home in tears, clearly indicating an emergency had arisen.

When Poppy arrived and reported the situation to Zoey, she frowned. “Wasn’t Barrett injured? How could she hit him?”

Poppy replied, “Yes, he was hurt. The physician says he needs to stay in bed for a few days. Initially, when news of Commander Warren’s promotion came, Madam Viola was very happy. But when she heard that Lady Carissa was made commander and that Commander Warren would have to take orders from her, Madam Viola became upset.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Zoey furrowed her brow even deeper. Why was Carissa being appointed as commander bothering Viola? She had a petty, narrow–minded attitude and couldn’t stand to see others succeed–when would she ever change?

“So, she slapped him? Did he fight back?”

Poppy shook her head. “No, Commander Warren didn’t strike back. He just told her to leave. In Madam Viola’s anger, she declared she would return to her family, and he didn’t try to stop her.”

Zoey’s brow tightened further. “So, is she with Mother now?”

“Yes, she’s crying in Madam Evelyn’s room,” Poppy replied timidly. “Madam Evelyn even asked you to hurry over.”

“Alright, you go ahead. I’ll be there shortly, Zoey said, giving a knowing glance to her head maid Jane, who understood.

After escorting Poppy out, Jane slipped her a portion of the monthly allowance, instructing her to keep close eye on Viola. When Jane returned, she found her mistress massaging her temples with a sigh.

“Madam Zoey, you really should go over. Madam Evelyn doesn’t know the full story, so she might end up worrying for no reason. After all, a mother always loves her daughter, no matter what.”

Zoey’s eyes turned cold. “I’ll go, but let me cool off first. I’m afraid I might lose my temper and really hurt her.”