All Chapters of Her Graceful War Song: Chapter 1131 - Chapter 1140

Zoey had wanted Evelyn to adopt this attitude, but when it came down to it, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.Evelyn was usually sensible, but became completely biased in matters concerning her children. Her anger and harsh words lasted only a moment before her concern took over.On the other hand, Zoey felt the weight of the situation more deeply, as it was something she had to face. She had hoped Evelyn might help her. But after seeing how she acted in this situation with Viola, it was clear that Evelyn knew Oliver was planning to take a concubine and was probably expecting Zoey to endure it.Evelyn understood everything else, but had endless tolerance for her own children.Though Evelyn had vowed not to interfere when Viola caused a scene, Zoey knew the truth—those words had been repeated too many times. In the end, Evelyn always stepped in."With a mom like you, Viola's truly fortunate," said Zoey.Evelyn squeezed her daughter-in-law's hand, her face softening into a look of

This was Zoey's first time seeing Viola after everything that had happened recently.Viola lay in bed, her face hidden beneath a thin blanket. Her posture sent a clear message—she didn't want to see anyone. From beneath the blanket, she trembled slightly as a servant brought over a chair, setting it next to the bed for Zoey to sit."Now that we've reached this point, what do you plan to do?" asked Zoey, getting straight to the point.Her voice was firm as she explained, "Avoiding the situation won't help. It must be dealt with. Mother wants me to go to Mrs. Lewis and ask her to clarify things on your behalf. I don't know if she'll agree."As for Barrett, I went to Valor Estate today. He said he'd known about your situation for some time but never mentioned it. He said if you agree to stay married, everything can be forgotten and you'll live together as before. But there's one condition—he insists on returning to the army."The blanket shifted, revealing Viola's swollen, pitiful fa

"Violet, when did you become so pessimistic?" Isaac's voice came from behind them, sudden and unannounced.He stood behind them, looking dashing in his attire."There are people far worse off than you, yet they keep pushing forward with optimism. You've got wealth, talent, and beauty—everything a woman could dream of. And yet, here you are, sulking over one setback. Do you really think you're honoring the gods who gave you such a fortunate start in life?"Violet turned around to face him. His towering frame seemed to swallow her up, his chiseled features still carrying that reckless, carefree air. In the dim light of the lamps hanging along the corridor, his sun-kissed skin gleamed faintly. His dark eyes, almost pitch-black, were impossible to read—was he lecturing her seriously or simply teasing?"Come on, let me show you something," Isaac added, before reaching out and grabbing her wrist.With one swift leap, he soared into the air, gliding effortlessly as if carried by the wind

Isaac didn't respond, focusing instead on drinking in silence. His bottle was empty in a few swigs, and he reached for Violet's. She figured he had drunk enough, so no matter how much he insisted, she wouldn't let him take it. Soon, the two of them were chasing each other around the top of Glimmering Tower, the earlier tension forgotten.Violet never did tell Carissa about their conversation, though she hadn't promised to keep Isaac's secret. He didn't want people to know, and had treated her as a good friend when he confided in her. It wasn't her place to spread rumors and stir up trouble—that wasn't how people of the martial arts world behaved.But lately, Isaac had been seen lingering around Silverstone Estate, drawing the attention of the Garrison Unit.Max told Carissa, who found it strange. Why did Isaac keep going to that place? Did he know someone there?Later that evening, when they sat down to eat, Carissa couldn't help but ask, "Isaac, what have you been busy with lately

Kyle continued, recounting the rest of the story.After Isaac was cast out, the charlatan assumed the child would not survive. Whether he lived or died didn't matter. Eventually, wolves would eat him, and there would be nothing left.But by chance, Adrian passed through that area. One night, he heard a faint baby-like cry and got curious. Thinking he had found a spirit, he followed the sound, only to be disappointed when he found Isaac.First, it wasn't a baby—it was a five or six-year-old child.Second, it wasn't a spirit—it was a sick child on the brink of death. Having been abandoned there for who knows how long, one of his toes had been gnawed off by rats and his foot was covered in blood.Worse still, there were poisonous snakes nearby. Luckily, Isaac was so sick he barely moved, and the snakes didn't approach.What incredible luck the child had. Barely breathing, he was still alive when Adrian found him. Despite his misgivings, Adrian took Isaac back with him. After a few d