Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 794

Lionel commanded everyone to step outside. Instantly, the entire house erupted in chaos as people hurried out. Some even nervously identified themselves.

The woman knelt before him, a lilac cloak draped over a crimson dress that accentuated her delicate features, giving her an alluring charm. She had known something was amiss when her daughter was taken away today. Perhaps she had even anticipated her fate before that moment.

With Eleanor's downfall, it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

"What's your name?" Lionel asked, his voice laced with barely contained anger.

"Casey Kingsley," she replied, her voice slightly husky yet undeniably enticing.

Lionel fixed his gaze on her. "When was the last time you saw my dad?"

"Yesterday afternoon," she answered. "He rested here for about two hours."

Lionel stared at her in disbelief, feeling as if he had been struck.

Yesterday? His dad had been here just yesterday?

He was the Civil Minister and had likely spent his lunch break at the ministry's rear courtyard, which meant…

"He came at noon?"

"Yes."

"How often does he come?" Lionel asked through gritted teeth.

With calm eyes, Casey responded, "Once every two days."

"That's impossible!" Lionel roared.

She looked up at him, unflinching. "If you don't believe me, ask anyone here. He comes to visit his daughter."

Lionel swept his gaze across the room, noting that everyone had knelt before him. They had just introduced themselves. There were eight maids, three young servants, two wet nurses, two guards, two coachmen, one head gardener, and four cooks. All of them were there to serve just this woman and her daughter.

Marjorie was nearly unconscious from crying. Her marriage, once a source of pride that garnered envious glances over the years, had become a bitter joke. She had thought her husband loved her deeply, only to discover it was all a facade.

She had gone to the study, hoping for an explanation, but her husband had locked himself inside, refusing to see anyone. By the time Lionel returned, her eyes were swollen from tears.

"Why are you crying, Mom?" he asked, forcing a smile. "It's all a misunderstanding. I just took the two maids to see that woman, and she is indeed untouched. Dad knew someone had been deliberately getting close to him, so he had her placed under watch to uncover whoever is behind this."

"Really?" Marjorie suddenly looked up, her gaze darting between her son and the two maids. "Is that true? Did you verify it?"

"Madam Marjorie, we did check. The woman is still pure, and I saw that many people were present in her house, all tasked with keeping an eye on her," one maid confirmed.

Marjorie trusted her son and the two maids, their words finally easing the weight in her heart.

"But why has your dad locked himself away in the study? Why won't he explain anything to me?" she pressed, worry creasing her brow.

Lionel suppressed his sorrow and smiled. "Dad is probably frustrated. He has been investigating for so long and couldn't uncover her identity, while a mere woman like Carissa managed to do so. You know Dad dislikes her, Mom. I'm sure he resents the fact that she found out first."