Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1012

Before Carissa could visit Margaret, rumors about Skye Embroidery spread like wildfire the very next day.

It was said that both Carissa and Hannah were hypocrites. When a discarded woman came seeking help, they refused her and made things difficult for her.

Many had already harbored hostility toward Skye Embroidery, believing that sheltering discarded women was a challenge to social order. If a woman had been cast out, it was assumed she deserved it. Even being jealous and unable to bear children were considered crimes.

With the rumors swirling, the workshop was suddenly the target of widespread criticism. The public was filled with scorn—some called them hypocrites, others suggested they had ulterior motives, and some even accused them of trying to make money off the situation.

That evening, Violet slammed her fists on the table. "How could Jessica cause such a stir on her own? I don't believe it."

Furious, she stormed out of the room.

Carissa called after her, "Where are you going?"

"To Glimmering Tower! I need someone who can look into this," Violet replied without looking back.

Her whole body trembled with rage. She had invested so much into the workshop, and her intentions had been good. She empathized with the women's fate and hoped the workshop would become a lifelong support for them.

To be slandered like this was more than she could bear.

Carissa was also upset, but she wasn't as worked up. She had known this wouldn't be an easy task. There were plenty of kind-hearted, wealthy people in the world. If this was something simple, it would've been done by now.

She sent a messenger to Margaret, informing her of a visit the next day.

However, she soon learned that Margaret was ill and bedridden. The reply indicated the older woman would visit Hell Monarch Estate in a few days once she recovered. Unsure whether the illness was genuine or a way to avoid involvement during such a delicate time, Carissa decided to leave the matter to Violet for further investigation.

After the warm spring had arrived, Ruth's health had improved, but it was still unstable. Over the past few days, Yuvan had refrained from going to the palace to tend to her.

With setbacks in his efforts—Icarus' and Penny's failures—Yuvan was growing increasingly irritable. To make matters worse, he received a report from Valken that Harvey had been robbed while traveling from the capital to Valken. All the valuables in his trunk had been replaced with stones and wood.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was the work of someone from Hell Monarch Estate. But in the capital, their force was beyond Yuvan's reach. Every time he entered or left the city recently, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Perhaps he had always been under observation, but this time, it felt different—more oppressive, as though eyes were everywhere.

As he was discussing with Wayne whether they should devise a plan to return to Valken, a messenger arrived with news—Violet had come to see Molly.

Yuvan's eyes lit up; he exchanged a glance with Wayne, unable to conceal his excitement.

Without hesitation, he ordered, "Have Molly come to the study, and have Ms. Spencer brought to the main hall. Prepare refreshments for her."