Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 433

Barrett once again took Aurora to Jadehill Estate. This time, he arrived with a substantial number of gifts and even knelt at the entrance to request an audience.

Fortune was on his side—the Marquis of Jadehill was not at home, and upon learning of their arrival, Mary graciously invited them in.

Aurora maintained a sullen expression throughout, showing no intention of apologizing. However, Mary seemed unbothered and instructed her servants to serve refreshments. Mary's daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, and great-granddaughter-in-law stood to the side, all casting hostile glances at Aurora.

Barrett knelt and greeted, "Good day, Madam Clayton. I am Barrett Warren, and I wish you health and happiness."

Aurora reluctantly followed suit and knelt, but said nothing, her mouth hidden behind her veil as if it were sealed.

Mary dismissed their formalities and invited them to sit.

"Madam Clayton, my wife spoke thoughtlessly and offended you. I hope you can forgive her," Barrett said, clearly anxious.

"Thoughtlessly? She spoke with malice!" snapped Caroline, one of Mary's granddaughters-in-law.

"That's right! We never intended to ask for donations. Grandmother was just tired after our journey and wanted to rest a moment at your family's residence and have a drink of water."

"And yet, upon meeting us, she called us beggars. What have we begged for from you? What have you given us?"

Mary's other granddaughters-in-law voiced their grievances. Mary had been doing a good deed. How could they let Aurora insult the elderly woman like that?

Barrett felt a deep sense of dread, realizing that despite meeting Mary, they might not be forgiven. He glanced at Aurora, signaling for her to apologize, but she seemed to neither see nor hear the complaints from the Clayton family members.

Mary gave Aurora a meaningful look. "Madam Aurora, I wasn't aware of your previous visit. Had I known, I would have informed you that there was no need to come and apologize. You didn't offend me. You only insulted yourself."

Mary picked up her coffee and took a slow sip before continuing, "In my lifetime, I have encountered many types of people—capable and incapable, modest and arrogant, the great and the wicked, the kind and the loving. And I have seen quite a few like you—twisted and conflicted."

"You say I am twisted?" Aurora's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes flashing with anger. "How am I twisted? I would appreciate it if you could enlighten me, Madam Clayton."

"Refusing to acknowledge your own failures and blaming them on others, constantly feeling like life hasn't given you a fair chance, carrying a restless resentment, unwilling to accept defeat, hoping to surpass certain people, and trying to find ways to make others see you in a different light—that's what makes you twisted."

Mary shook her head slowly, her voice calm and gentle as she continued, "Why concern yourself with these matters? If you defeat someone, does that mean they will suffer? If you win against them, will you find happiness?

"No, their joy or sorrow doesn't affect you. They don't care about your happiness or sadness, yet you torment yourself with thoughts of them daily. Now, tell me, isn't that twisted?"