Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 761

A woman shouldn't strike her husband, especially not in the face. Such behavior was unacceptable in a prestigious household like the Warren family, no matter their current status, and even ordinary people wouldn't resort to that. In moments of anger, it was more acceptable to hit someone's shoulder or arm. After all, a woman's fists didn't pack much power.

A slap to the face stripped a man of his dignity.

There were servants outside. How could Barrett retain his dignity in the estate at this rate? Especially now that he had been promoted to the commander of the Crown Guard.

That slap had knocked out whatever little joy remained in his heart.

Viola bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she had crossed a line, but pride held her back from apologizing.

"Forget it. Just leave," Barrett said, suppressing his anger.

He didn't want to argue anymore. He had suffered enough from their discord, and it drained him.

After hitting him, Viola felt a twinge of guilt. However, hearing his cold words stung her heart.

"I came to take care of you while I'm pregnant. I wanted you to recover quickly so you could take up your post, but your attitude has left me very disappointed."

Barrett closed his eyes, unwilling to engage or respond.

His indifference cut deep into Viola.

She stood up, wiped her tears, and bitterly said, "Fine. If you don't want to see me, I'll go back to my family's home."

She knew that Barrett cared about her family's opinion. With her pregnant, he would undoubtedly be worried if she returned home. But as she and Poppy left, she didn't hear Barrett calling for her to come back. Anger and sorrow bubbled within her.

It felt as if Barrett hadn't cared at all.

In a fit of anger, she decided to return to her family's home with Poppy.

Poppy shook her head. "No, Commander Warren didn't strike back. He just told her to leave. In Madam Viola's anger, she declared she would return to her family, and he didn't try to stop her."

Zoey's brow tightened further. "So, is she with Mother now?"

"Yes, she's crying in Madam Evelyn's room," Poppy replied timidly. "Madam Evelyn even asked you to hurry over."

"Alright, you go ahead. I'll be there shortly," Zoey said, giving a knowing glance to her head maid Jane, who understood.

After escorting Poppy out, Jane slipped her a portion of the monthly allowance, instructing her to keep a close eye on Viola. When Jane returned, she found her mistress massaging her temples with a sigh.

"Madam Zoey, you really should go over. Madam Evelyn doesn't know the full story, so she might end up worrying for no reason. After all, a mother always loves her daughter, no matter what."

Zoey's eyes turned cold. "I'll go, but let me cool off first. I'm afraid I might lose my temper and really hurt her."