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Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 465

After Margaret took her leave, Helen hurried into the sitting hall.

However, she only found Carissa sitting alone, leisurely sipping coffee, her expression contemplative.

Helen frowned and asked, "Wasn't Madam Winchester supposed to be here? I rushed over, thinking I'd get to have a chat with her."

Carissa rose and curtsied gracefully. "Mother, Madam Winchester just left a short while ago."

"She's gone?" Helen said, out of breath, sinking into a chair. "Wasn't she here to talk to me?"

Her disappointment was evident. She thought Margaret had been here to see her. Helen often envied Eleanor, who was always surrounded by visitors from high society.

"She was here for you as well," Carissa explained gently. "But when she heard you were still recovering from last night's festivities, she didn't want to disturb you and left early."

With just one glance at Helen's expression, Carissa could tell what was on her mind. Her mother-in-law's thoughts were never hard to guess.

"Overindulging in wine has its consequences," Helen muttered, her thoughts turning to her son's outburst the previous night. She glanced at Carissa carefully, and asked, "Did Rafael give you a hard time last night?"

Carissa cleared her throat lightly and answered, "No, he just said a few words to me, and that was it."

"Just a few words?" Helen could tell Carissa was fibbing.

Who knew her son better than her?

When everything was fine, he could be pleasant enough, but when something truly angered him, a few words wouldn't smooth things over. She suspected Carissa had endured much more of his temper than she was letting on.

The poor girl was trying to cover for him.

Helen's heart softened at the thought. "I know you're in charge of the inner courtyard, and matters like taking concubines should be your decision. But if he doesn't like it, don't bring it up again. It'll only provoke his scolding or wrath. Men, when they lose their temper, can be ruthless—even to their own mothers."

Carissa's face flushed as she recalled what Rafael had whispered to her earlier that morning before leaving for court: "If I didn't have to attend court today, you wouldn't have been able to get out of bed."

Embarrassed, Carissa quickly turned her head away and murmured, "Yes, I understand."

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