Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 685

Pigeons from Skywing Spire flew haphazardly across the land, exchanging messages relentlessly. After several days of flight, the birds arrived in the capital two evenings before the Emberfest Festival.

Claire and the others sorted and compiled the messages into a letter, which was delivered to Hell Monarch Estate that night.

Claire handed the letter to Violet, who didn't even bother to open it. Instead, she called everyone to the study and asked Jacob to read it first. Since it concerned Jaina, it was more appropriate for him to see it first.

After Jacob finished reading, the veins on his forehead bulged. "This is absurd! It's clearly a conspiracy. That so-called rescue was all meticulously designed."

Rafael read the letter, then briefly summarized it, explaining, "The troublemakers were local thugs hired to cause chaos. The ones pulling the strings were the people from the largest estate in Stonebridge County, which belongs to Aunt Eleanor. She always stays there whenever she visits.

"Carissa, you asked us to investigate whether Aunt Eleanor was in Stonebridge County around the time of the performance troupe incident. She was indeed there. It seems she noticed Jaina during their performance. And those so-called bandits? They weren't bandits at all—they were local officials. After Jaina left Stonebridge County with Eleanor, the performance troupe leader was found dead."

Carissa's expression changed slightly. "How did he die? Was it investigated thoroughly?"

"He starved to death. He was left in a small shack after they broke his legs. The neighbors only reported it when the stench from the corpse became unbearable," Rafael replied in an icy tone, clenching the letter in his hand.

Violet seethed with anger. "In other words, that vile woman didn't give him medical attention. She even broke his legs and let him starve alone in that shack! How cruel!"

Carissa's face turned cold with rage. "Jaina left him money. If they hadn't broken his legs, he wouldn't have starved."

"How could there be such a wicked woman? And Jaina—how could she trust that monster?" Violent exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with indignation.