Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 742

Florence's cold and hollow gaze was fixated intently on Carissa, who returned her stare.

She had seen Florence during her visit to Harmony Palace, where the old woman had worn a stone-blue silk gown. Authority had been etched into every wrinkle of her face, instilling fear in many who crossed her path.

However, Florence was dressed in a wrinkled indigo outfit now, and her hair was a mess. Her eyelids sagged and dark spots marred her once-proud visage, revealing the toll of age and hardship. She looked painfully thin, her frailty accentuated by worry and her refusal to eat, making her appear near skeletal.

Though Florence seemed indifferent, caught in a state of waiting for death, the truth was that she was anxious—otherwise, she wouldn't have aged so dramatically in such a short time.

Matthew had spoken to her, but she hadn't uttered a word, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

Now, when facing Carissa, she spoke first, saying, "Don't think you'll hear a single word against the grand princess from me. I advise you not to waste your breath."

"Kurt said you saved my uncle and his family. If it weren't for you, they might not be alive. For that alone, I thank you," Carissa replied.

Florence scoffed and coldly said, "How presumptuous. I had no intention of saving them. It was my people who captured them. Whether they lived or died was entirely up to my whims."

"Regardless, they walked out of Grand Princess Eleanor's residence unharmed," Carissa remarked.

"Stop pretending. You want me to testify against Grand Princess Eleanor, don't you? Don't bother. The grand princess is innocent. She knows nothing of what transpired. Everything was orchestrated by Kurt and I," Florence shot back.