Unable to evade the truth any longer, Barrett honestly explained, "She had a few words with my mom, and my mom threw a cup at her. She fell…"Evelyn gasped, steadying herself. "What? Your mom hit her?"Barrett's expression turned remorseful. "Mother, I admit my mom was wrong, but right now, the priority is saving Viola. The physician says she has miscarried before, which injured her womb. That's what's causing excessive bleeding now. The situation is serious. We need to pull the baby out and use hemostatic medicine."Evelyn's furious demeanor froze at his words. Barrett had found out?Zoey interjected, "Let's not dwell on that now. We need to save her. Listen to the physician."Anxiety evident in his voice, Barrett continued, "The physician said we should consider calling for Sebastian, but it's already dark. He might not be at Arcane Sanctum, so we have to proceed without him."The physician had already prepared the hemostatic medicine. Zoey followed him inside and saw Viola,
Evelyn lingered in the delivery room for a moment before turning to Zoey. "There's no one capable of managing things here right now. Rebecca is sickly, and after Viola's difficult labor, she's physically and emotionally drained. Please stay here and help her for a few days."Ultimately, Evelyn was worried about Viola being mistreated. Rebecca could be cruel—after all, she had thrown a cup at Viola. Who knows how much her daughter had suffered in the past?But Evelyn didn't confront Rebecca now. The family had just lost Amelia, and now Viola had lost her child after a difficult labor.If anything happened to Rebecca...Forget it. They could no longer hide the miscarriage. Barrett likely believed it was just the result of Viola's previous relationship with Thomas, and assumed that the baby hadn't survived. If this matter could be swept under the rug, it would be for the best.Evelyn simply couldn't bear to face it.Zoey didn't want to stick around dealing with the mess at Valor E
Hearing this, Zoey sensed that there had been some friction between Viola and Amelia. Her heart sank—she hoped it wasn't related to the events surrounding Amelia."Please tell me the details. I want to know everything, no matter how minor," Zoey insisted.After Poppy recounted everything she knew, Zoey summarized it."Three main issues. First, Viola appointed Amelia to manage the household but only allocated 30 percent of Barrett's salary to the family fund, while all her expenses, including clothing and monthly allowances, came from there."Second, after an argument with Amelia, Viola resorted to extreme measures. She even gave Amelia scissors to stab her belly."Third, she complained that Amelia didn't buy enough Evergreen Pills for her. Did I get it all right?"Poppy nodded. "That's correct.""All this happened right before Amelia's suicide. What about before that? Was there any previous discord?"Poppy thought for a moment, then said, "There wasn't anything particularly sev
At Hell Monarch Estate, the study was brightly lit."Are you really set on this?" Rafael asked Carissa once more. "You have to understand that taking this step could stir up a lot of trouble and you might face severe backlash.""Whatever you decide, I'll stand by you," he added, his warm smile a reassuring balm.Violet propped her chin on her hand, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Not only do I support you, I'll also pitch in both money and effort."Carissa turned to Jacob. "What do you think?"Jacob thought for a moment before saying, "If I consider the prince's reputation, I can't support this. But as a person, I'm behind you all the way.""Kyle?" Carissa looked at her silent senior guild member.Kyle nodded slowly. "How could I not support you in what you want to do? But I must warn you—since you've made your decision, be prepared for the consequences and ensure you can handle them.""I understand."Under the light, Carissa's eyes shone brightly."This isn't
A storm of opposition swept through the court."This is preposterous! If such a place is established, what will become of the principles of obedience and virtue?" one official shouted, his voice rising above the others."Indeed! This will only embolden women, making them disrespect their in-laws, stir up jealousy, and even cause chaos in the household," another added vehemently."I don't think this reflects your views, Your Highness. This is clearly Her Grace's idea, right? To please her, His Highness is willing to sacrifice men's dignity. How laughable!" came another scathing remark.Salvador sat on the throne, observing the uproar below. He occasionally pursed his lips or let a small smile slip, but this was a true spectacle. Since Rafael returned from the Southern Frontier, praise for him had flowed like a river, while criticism was a rare bird.He sighed inwardly.Ah, Rafael was still too young. He had struck a nerve with the officials. If women had an escape route, how could
Rebecca froze, her gaze fixed on Zoey. The corners of her eyes, which had sagged slightly, now lifted, filled with scrutiny as she tried to gauge whether the younger woman was joking.But it was clear that Zoey was not joking—she was dead serious.A rush of blood flooded Rebecca's head as she struggled to catch her breath, scarcely able to believe that Zoey was asking her for money to buy medicine. They were family by marriage, and this was for medicine. Did she have to be so calculative about it?Suppressing the humiliation that bubbled up inside her, Rebecca shot a glance at Tara. There were some things she simply couldn't voice, given her senior status.Recognizing the cue, Tara mustered the courage to ask, "Could you lend us the money for now, Madam Zoey? We can pay you back later.""I rushed out of my home this morning. How could I possibly have that much money on me?" Zoey replied."You could always go back and fetch it first," Tara suggested, her voice barely a whisper.Z
Viola used to shirk responsibility, no matter how catastrophic the situation. She would always distance herself, portraying herself as helpless or innocent. But this time, she didn't refute Zoey's words. She merely wiped away the tears that kept falling.Zoey looked at Viola and sighed. Benjamin was a shell of his former self—no longer a man of status, no longer with a wife, spending his days locked away in his room. Bryan was a disappointment, failing at both martial arts and academics. He wasn't someone they could rely on.Charlotte's side of the family had washed their hands off them, and really didn't care anymore. She even ordered the construction of a wall to divide Valor Estate in two.Barrett was the only one in this family who was able to do anything. In addition to his special training, he still came back to care for Viola. As the man of the house, he looked over the finances and realized just how dire their situation was.The family was truly impoverished.Four hours
Meanwhile, Barrett took decisive action and prepared to sell off several servants. The Warren family was on the brink of collapse. His eldest brother had lost his position, the second branch of their family had split off, and it was uncertain when Barrett himself would be reinstated.The only option left was to cut back wherever possible.Typically, noble families avoided selling off their servants. There were always unsavory secrets lurking within the estate. It was one thing if the servants were sold to a good household, but if they ended up with a cruel family, they would surely harbor resentment and spill all the dirty secrets when they could.So, noble families were usually cautious about such actions.But what secrets did the Warren family still have that weren't already known? Barrett no longer cared. The vilest curses were already on the lips of the townsfolk every day. What more could he fear?He had never understood Amelia until he truly took over her position. Now, he
After a while, my cousin and her maid returned to find me. I asked the maid to hand thirty copper coins to Cassius. He smiled and thanked me kindly.I thought our meeting was just a chance encounter and I would never see him again. However, to my surprise, during Grandma's birthday celebration a month later, I saw him again.Our family was hosting a grand dinner, and Leonard Klein, a renowned scholar, had come with his apprentices. And there Cassius was, standing among them.In Ebonflow, the rules for social gatherings weren't as strict as in the capital, with women being allowed to be in the front hall during a banquet. Of course, Cassius didn't recognize me. After all, I had been wearing a veil when we first met, so he had only seen my eyes.He didn't stay long. After presenting Grandma with a beautiful painting, he quickly excused himself, saying he had business to attend to at home.Once he left, Mr. Klein spoke of him with a tone of regret, explaining, "He's a clever young man
Anyone who knew me, Liana Spencer, spoke of me with scorn. Even strangers who heard my story would spit on the ground and say I had no shame.Everyone knew that running away with a man was worse than theft or murder. It was a disgrace no family could easily bear.Many asked me the same question: Did I regret it?I never regretted marrying him, but I did carry guilt in my heart. Because of me, the Spencer family's name was dragged through the mud. My brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews had a much harder time finding good matches because of my choices.As a daughter of the Spencer family, I lived in comfort from the moment I was born. I wore fine dresses, ate the best foods, and was showered with love. My parents doted on me, while my brothers spoiled me terribly.But there was something wrong with me.By the time I was fourteen, I still hadn't gotten my monthly courses. We consulted physician after physician, and I drank countless doses of bitter medicine, day and night. Yet, no
Snow fell softly in the dead of winter, blanketing Victory Pass in white. At that moment, the world seemed to have been made pure again.For years, I wore nothing but a tattered priest's robe. I carried a broken bowl and wandered from place to place, asking for food. I stopped only briefly at temples along the way to rest for a night or two and kneel before the statues to beg for forgiveness.I could have stayed at the first monastery I was sent to. Life there wasn't easy, but it wasn't so hard either. I had warm meals and shelter from the cold. But I knew if I stayed in comfort, I would never wash away my sins.Only by suffering, by staying on the road and bearing the cold, the hunger, the pain, could I find peace in my heart.And so, I came to Victory Pass.My sandals had long since fallen apart. Thick calluses had grown on my feet; I could walk barefoot over rocks and barely feel a thing. Even with every piece of clothing I owned layered over me, the winter cold still cut throug
It was during the Verdant Hunt that Connor fell out of favor with Dad, who scolded him harshly before we left the hunting grounds. Once we returned to the palace, Connor fell ill. Ryan and I were both terribly worried, but Mom was delighted.She held me close that evening, her smile sharper than usual. "After this, your father is sure to be tired of your brother."She told me I must work harder than ever, and to listen closely to the royal chancellor and my uncle."Study better than anyone. Earn their praise. And most importantly, outshine your brother," she said.My heart felt torn. Mom often spoke of the rewards that came with being crown prince, and I won't lie, I was tempted. However, those were all distant things.At the time, I was close to Connor, Ryan, and even our youngest brother, Cecil. We all got along so well. How could I possibly hate my older brother?Those thoughts tangled inside me, day after day. I lost focus. My studies slipped. I made mistakes during riding pra
Before I took the vows and entered the monastery, my name was Caden.From the time I was young, I often heard the same praise whispered around me: "This child is sharp beyond his years—clever, quick-witted, the finest of the three princes."I heard it so often that I came to believe it myself. At times, I even felt proud. But whenever I let that pride rise too high, Mom would bring me back to earth.She would look at me, her eyes soft but filled with something I couldn't quite name—pity, perhaps. And then, she would sigh and say, "What a pity you were born of my womb. If not, you might have risen above that foolish one. But fate favored him, not you."That "foolish one"—I knew well enough who she meant. I had heard her say it so many times in private, though never once in public.It puzzled me greatly as a child. Mom clearly disliked my eldest brother, Connor, more than anyone. Yet, whenever he came near, she would smile warmly and speak kindly. She would even flatter him, calling
Two childhood friends were now each giving their all on very different paths.Clarence had started with herbs, then medicine, and in time, healing became his entire world at Eldermere Keep. At first, it was merely something to pour his heart into, because he knew he would never be allowed to leave the mountain and open a medical hall of his own.But then Ryan came, and afterward, sent Clarence a letter.That letter changed everything.For the first time, Clarence began to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could go down the mountain after all. And once that hope took root, he threw himself into his studies with more energy than ever before. He barely slept, rarely left the apothecary, and sometimes forgot to eat.Because of the pain he had once endured, he focused his efforts on curing injuries and chronic pain. Of course, a good physician had to know more than one thing, so he studied every field without neglecting any.There was a fire inside him now. A quiet flame that had not bur
"Elise, must your mouth run on without end?" Carissa frowned at her daughter, who had been chattering away beside Ryan from the moment he stepped through the door.The little girl's face was flushed from the sun, her hair tangled into a messy nest that made it clear she had only just returned from playing outdoors. She hadn't stopped talking since Ryan came back from his travels, pestering him with questions about what he had seen and done.Elise turned to Carissa with wide eyes, looking up with a face so innocent it could soften stone. She truly had inherited the best features from both her parents."Mom, I haven't seen Ryan in such a long time. Every moment without him felt like an eternity. We've been apart for so long, so of course I have a lot to say to him."Carissa's frown deepened. "And who taught you to speak in such a ridiculous manner? An eternity—where did that come from?""Sage Isaac said it to Aunt Violet. He went back to Meadow Ridge for a few days and said it to her
Though Ryan had told Cecil he was going on a journey, he didn't stay long at Eldermere Keep. After just seven days, he left and made his way to the Pathfinders Guild.He had initially planned to return to the capital to seek out Claire, but soon reconsidered. Instead of troubling her, he thought it best to directly ask Winona to teach him the art of disguise.It was not difficult to learn, but to do it well—to the point where no one could tell—was another matter. Such skill could not be acquired in just a few months.The simpler form of disguise involved merely altering one's features with makeup and slight adjustments to the face. This was fine for ordinary situations, but could easily be seen through in more challenging circumstances, like on a rainy day for instance.Therefore, Ryan knew he couldn't settle for such a basic method.The more advanced form of disguise involved creating a mask as a false face. However, these masks had their own set of problems. They were thick, unco
That evening, Ryan and Clarence sat by candlelight and spoke quietly. They avoided discussing court politics as Clarence had no interest in such matters. As long as the kingdom was peaceful, that was enough for him.He was no longer the eldest prince of Starhaven, and only had himself to look after now. Everything else had faded into the past.It was better not to speak of politics; it was too sensitive a topic. In his younger years, Clarence hadn't understood why his "death" was so tied to such matters. But over the years, Sebastian had explained everything to him, bit by bit, including the risks and consequences.The bond between Clarence and Cecil was not without affection. However, to gamble with one's life and future for the sake of family might not be the wisest choice for any of them.Clarence had come to terms with it. Life had to go on; it was better to live it well today than to wonder about tomorrow."Aunt Carissa said you're no longer able to stand, but you were walking