Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 626

Leah was fuming with anger. "Get out of the way, old hag! I've put up with you for too long! I respected your age, but I didn't realize you were completely incompetent. I've never insulted an elder in my life, but I'll make an exception for you. You'd better not force me to slap you. If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll sew it shut for you."

Leah had always respected her elders and cared for the young, but she was, first and foremost, a martial artist. If she gave others an inch of respect and they tried to take a mile, then she wouldn't hold back from retaliating.

Dorothy was furious. Abigail quickly supported her and whispered as they walked, "Mother, please don't stir things up. It won't look good if the Hell Monarch's princess consort shows up and sees this."

"Am I supposed to be afraid of her?" Dorothy snapped.

The one she loathed most was Carissa. "Though she's a princess consort, she has no right to interfere in the affairs of our household. Even Lady Heather hasn't said a word! She's just a meddler, poking her nose where it doesn't belong!"

However, hearing the cries coming from inside made Dorothy shiver a little.

"Isn't Sebastian's apprentice in there? What's she doing? Can't she use some drugs or something for the delivery?" she said.

They climbed the stone steps, and a room full of women waited in the outer room, separated by a curtain from Leona’s delivery room.

Leona was already writhing in pain. Although the blood on her forehead had stopped, her face was badly swollen. Samuel had pushed her down the stone steps just as Leah and Alana were not around. By the time Alana rushed over, Leona had already fallen.

The steps weren't high, but Leona was heavy, and her head struck the edge of the first step. By the time Alana scooped her up, blood was pouring from the wound.

Fortunately, Ivy had arrived a few days earlier and had tended to Leona's injuries quickly. Also, the midwife had been arranged in advance by Carissa—she was the best in the capital. Countless noble families had chosen her to assist with their deliveries.

After treating the wound on Leona's forehead, Ivy sensed that the situation was dire. Even though Leona was already in labor, a hard fall at this stage was serious.

"Go and call for Lady Heather!" Abigail was deeply worried, her palms slick with sweat. If something were to happen to Leona, the royal family would surely place the blame on the Earl of Gracehold's family. Both the queen dowager and the king held Leona in high regard.