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Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 515

Samuel returned to the manor on Hibiscus Lane and immediately went to rinse his mouth, spitting out the blood. He couldn't let Ruby worry.

In Hibiscus Lane, there were only two shop servants—one in the kitchen, and the other likely attending to Ruby.

Samuel used the cold water in the dining room to rinse his mouth, feeling a sharp pain throbbing in his head. The left side of his mouth felt as though it were splitting open, and he had to endure the pain for a while before he could force back his tears.

Leona was so ruthless. She had her husband beaten time and again.

Samuel had been blinded by her gentle and mild demeanor, not realizing how jealous she truly was.

Her cousin, the Hell Monarch's princess consort, was just like her—they were one and the same.

He had been beaten, and both his grandmother and father would surely know. So, he had an excuse to leave in anger. If he were asked to return again, he wouldn't go back so easily.

"Bill, bring me that handkerchief..." he called out, before remembering that Bill had not come with him from Gracehold Estate.

Bill's bond papers were with his mother, and she had forbidden him from coming.

Years of living in luxury and privilege had made him feel that his current situation was unbearably shabby and pitiful.

He recalled his early days as a top scholar and then marrying a duchess and becoming her consort. Although he was just starting his career, everyone said his future was limitless. Yet, the grandeur of those days had only made his current situation seem more desolate.

After rinsing his mouth and wiping his face clean, he headed towards Moonlit Hall.

Upon entering, he saw a bag on the table. Ruby had her back to him, dressed neatly with hairpins in her hair. She wore the apricot-yellow embroidered pleated dress from when he had brought her home.

"Ruby!" Samuel called out, embracing her from behind and kissing her cheek. "Whose bag is this?"

Celeste slowly pushed him away. Her face, no longer gentle and charming, seemed to have frozen over with a layer of frost. "I'm not Ruby. My name is Celeste."

Samuel's arm suddenly felt empty. He stared blankly. "But to me, Celeste and Ruby are the same."

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