Her Graceful War Song

Chapter 769

Rafael grinned. “This concludes my interrogation.”

“Is that all you’ve got?” Eleanor scoffed, her tone icy. “Aren’t you going to ask more? Go on, keep going.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t be the one interrogating you. Someone else will take care of that. Prepare yourself. Tonight’s session might last until dawn,” Rafael said as he stood.

Eleanor glared at him fiercely. “Do you really think I’m scared? No matter who interrogates me, I won’t give you a different answer. Don’t think for a moment I’m unaware of your schemes, Rafael! You’ll never escape your punishment. Bring on whatever tricks you have. You’re going down with me!”

“There are no tricks. Everything will be handled according to the law,” Rafael said, striding out of the interrogation room.

Once Rafael left, Matthew entered and took a seat.

“Eleanor, I’m not here to question you about the rebellion. We found multiple corpses and dozens of baby skeletons in the ancient well at your residence. I’ve already interrogated your household servants, and they all said you were responsible for these deaths. Will you confess?”

Eleanor shot him a cold glance and said nothing, her expression one of disdain.

Matthew leaned back in his chair. “No rush. We can take our time.”

At Ironridge Estate, Jessica glared at Carissa. The Marquis of Ironridge, Leopold, was also present. Carissa mainly wanted to question the couple, so no one else was present.

It was well known that Eleanor and the matriarch of the Marquis of Ironridge’s household were not on good terms. Despite being in–laws, they rarely interacted. Jessica was the type to frequently demand to go back to her maternal home, and Eleanor paid her attitude no mind.

Over time, Margaret had grown tired of dealing with Eleanor and saw no need to meet with her unless absolutely necessary.

“We honestly didn’t know anything about it. I’ve never even heard of that dungeon,” Leopold said, quickly distancing himself from the situation, his expression resigned. “You know my mother–in–law dislikes me, Commander Sinclair. I can count the number of times I visited Harmony Palace on one hand.”

Carissa turned to Jessica and asked, “According to the testimony from the steward and several servants, the women in Harmony Palace’s inner household have endured considerable torment from you. Do you recall a maid named Camille Hudson?”

“Those are just baseless accusations,” Jessica retorted coldly. “Now that Harmony Palace has fallen, they want to shift all their wrongdoing onto me. I don’t even know who Camille is, so how could I have killed her?”

Leopold suddenly tensed.

Carissa’s gaze sharpened. “I never said Camille was dead, Lady Jessica. If you don’t know her, how do you know she’s dead?”

Jessica froze, then turned to the scribe, Kirk, and shouted angrily, “Don’t write that! I’m being coerced into a cónfession! I didn’t kill Camille!”

But Kirk ignored her and continued writing. Jessica sprang to her feet, rushing over to snatch the paper. Michael stood in her way, forcing her to retreat a few steps.

“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to take you back to the Supreme Court and let the officials there question you, Lady Jessica,” Carissa said coolly.

“How dare you, Carissa Sinclair?!” Jessica spun around, her eyes filled with resentment. “This is all part of your and Rafael’s scheme! My mother didn’t plot against the throne. Those weapons were merely for self- defense. As for those women, they willingly became concubines. They chose to enter our household and live lavishly, so they must accept the consequences.”

Carissa’s eyes turned frigid. “It seems you’re playing dumb on purpose. You know full well whether those women chose to be concubines or were forced into going to Harmony Palace. Since you refuse to talk, we’ll head back to the Supreme Court.”

“Try laying a hand on me and see what happens!” Jessica snapped.

The Capital Guard hesitated, and even Michael took a step back when she advanced.

But Carissa didn’t let up. In a swift motion, she stepped forward and twisted Jessica’s arm behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Let go of me! That hurts! Let me go…!”

Leopold paled, shocked that Carissa had the audacity to lay hands on his wife. While he didn’t have a deep emotional bond with Jessica, having her taken to the Supreme Court would bring shame upon the *Marquis of Ironridge’s household. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Commander Sinclair!” Leopold called out, hoping to plead for her.

Carissa shot him a cold glare, silencing the words on his lips.