Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Eleanor’s casual remark undoubtedly confirmed Jessica’s claims.

“It’s no wonder Lady Helen dislikes Carissa–she must have used such underhanded tactics.”

“It’s shocking to think that someone of the duke’s direct lineage would resort to such a despicable method.”

“Lady Heather, now I understand why you’ve kept your distance. It turns out there’s a reason for it.”

Heather held her cup of tea; she looked as though she wanted to speak, but caught Eleanor’s icy gaze. She managed a bitter smile, took a sip of her tea, and remained silent.

Helen felt unsettled. The decision not to invite Carissa was meant to show her who was truly in charge, a reminder not to get above herself. Yet, the fact that Carissa was Rafael’s future wife was a reality Helen could not change. She didn’t want her future daughter–in–law being talked about in such a manner.

Eleanor’s words, however, left her at a loss. Though Eleanor spoke with apparent sincerity, Helen had no way of disproving the latter’s claims. In the end, could only sulk quietly while sipping her tea.

“Oh dear, everyone’s arrived so early?”

A voice broke the tension. The crowd turned to see the prime minister’s wife, Natalie, entering with her maid. She was wrapped in thick layers of clothing, and was carrying a hot water bottle. Her slow steps were accompanied by a warm smile.

“Of course it’s because my husband also went there!” Natalie laughed and shook her head, as if helpless about the situation. “I told him I didn’t want to go, but he insisted. He said he wanted me to gain some new insights.”

“Oh? What kind of insights did you gain? Perhaps you could enlighten us, Mrs. Murray,” Jessica asked.

“What insights? I barely saw anything! So many men were crowding up the room–half the officials have already left, and the rest are probably still on the way! Forget it. I was terrified of how crowded it was, and left as fast as I could,” Natalie replied with a smile, dabbing her nose with a handkerchief.

“Men were crowding up the room? What is she planning?” Jessica’s voice rose again as she glanced at Helen.