Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324 Papers

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Jasper spotted Winter immediately, but her words barely registered. Grief twisted his features. “Stella was wrong, yes. But she doesn’t deserve this! Death is one thing, but what you have in mind… it’s torture. She’ll never survive it.”

“Ludicrous!” A bitter laugh escaped Winter. “How perfectly clear it all is now. Even if you’ve softened towards Ms. Margaret Campbell these past few days, Stella`still holds the greater claim on your heart. Ms. Margaret Campbell was such a fool to ever-”

“Winter!” Jasper cut her off sharply, frustration seeping into his tone. “A life hangs in the balance. Do not speak out of turn. Yes, Stella erred, but this punishment… it’s monstrous.”

“I was blind!” Winter spat, her voice trembling with a fury that overrode all decorum. “Blind to think there was any decency in you, Mr. Campbell. And my poor, dear Ms. Margaret Campbell was even blinder to trust you! When I remember how much she cared for all of you… it breaks my heart. What a cruel hand fate dealt her, landing her among people like you!

“Stella tried to kill her—again and again! First, she had me kidnapped to lure Ms. Margaret Campbell into a trap. Then she hired an assassin. And this time? She sent a whole gang of them, hell–bent on wiping Ms. Margaret Campbell from the earth. Did any of you lift a finger? If Stella had suffered a single threat, the entire Prime Minister’s Estate would have been turned upside down!

“Ms. Margaret Campbell was the kindest soul. But Stella hounded her, drove her off a cliff, stole the Crown Princess title right from under her, warped her gentle spirit, and now, there’s nothing left, not even a whole body to bury! And you–her own brother–have the gall to plead for her murderer? Do you even have a conscience?”

Her voice grew louder, breaking with rage and grief–Winter no longer cared about decorum.

The one who cared for her most in this world was gone.

Her family had long been well provided for.

There was nothing left to hold her back–no reason to cling to this life.

Even if she were to die here today, Winter would make sure the truth was spoken for Margaret!

Stumbling and scrambling on hands and knees, she charged back into the courtyard. With a furious cry. she grabbed a thick stack of papers and hurled them straight at Jasper!

She shouted, tears streaking her face, “Did you think that Ms. Margaret Campbell forgot all the hurt you piled on her over the years? You’re wrong! She remembered every bit of it. She just pretended not to, even to herself!

“If she knew you were defending her killer even now, how much more would it wound her?”

Jasper’s vision blurred, his eyes bloodshot.

He bent, picked up a few loose sheets at random, and felt the world tilt. The words carved into his heart like shards of glass.

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A sob ture from his throat. “I… I failed her. A wretched brother.”

Winter cried, her body shaking with raw anguish, “Wretched doesn’t begin to cover it! What did she ever do to deserve this? Why was she treated so terribly? Why can’t she rest in peace, even in death? When someone finally seeks justice for her, why must you, her own brother, stand in the way? Why?”

Tears overwhelmed Winter, dropping her to her knees as she covered her face, her body wracked with sobs. “What did she ever do to you? From the time she was little, she was always trying to please you, Jasper. You’re the one who failed her…”

The intensity of her grief proved too much. Mid–sentence, her words trailed off, and she slumped forward, unconscious on the cold floor.

Jasper sat motionless, a hollow shell of a man, his face etched with deep regret.

Two quick–witted maids hurried over, gently lifting Winter’s limp form to carry her away. The rest of the servants remained frozen in place, kneeling on the ground, trembling in the heavy silence that blanketed the courtyard.

Grief hung thick in the air. All was still.

Jasper’s gaze drifted to the scattered papers lying just before him. Each one seemed to pull him back, further and further into a past he had chosen to forget.

The memory surfaced, vivid and painful: a much younger Margaret, her expression earnest and hopeful, holding out a bowl. “Jasper, I made this chicken soup myself. It’s my first try. Genna says it’s very nourishing–people from her hometown make it when they’re worn out. You’ve been working so hard; you need to take care of yourself.”

Back then, her eyes had been so clear, so full of a desperate need for his approval.

And his response? A cold, dismissive glance. “You’d be better off spending your time on music and literature than fussing over things like this.”

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