Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1528

Soon, Victoria issued an edict, stating that Sylvia had been relocated to Laurel Palace so Cecil could recover in peace. Under no circumstances was she to be neglected.

With the queen dowager watching over them, the Royal Management Department didn't dare slack in their duties. Sylvia still received food, clothing, and provisions befitting her rank. However, when her family sought an audience with her, they were turned away under the pretense that Cecil's recovery required absolute quiet.

Gladys had no choice but to seek out Carissa, hoping she could deliver some money on their behalf. If Sylvia could smooth things over with the right people, perhaps she and the children wouldn't suffer as much.

Gladys didn't know whether her daughter had truly been involved in Jeanette's miscarriage, but she did know how difficult life could be for a concubine who had fallen out of favor. The palace was full of people who flattered those in favor and trampled those who had lost power.

Even when Carissa assured her that Victoria had already given orders to protect Phoebe and Cecil, Gladys still wept.

"How could I not worry?" the older woman said, tears streaming down her face. "She's my daughter. She was in my womb for nine long months, and I gave birth to her after much difficulty.

"She was cherished like a precious treasure in our household, and I raised her personally. I cannot bear the thought of her suffering even the slightest hardship. As her parents, we've done all we can for her. From now on, she must walk her own path."

She choked back her sobs and added, "Please, Your Grace, pass on a message to her for me. Tell her that her body and health are gifts from her parents. She must take the utmost care of herself."

Carissa froze. A sharp pang twisted in her chest.

She had heard nearly the same words before.

Years ago, when Melanie had arranged her daughter's marriage to Barrett, she had spoken with the same sorrow and love.

"I was no longer young when I carried Cari. Those nine months nearly cost me my life. She was raised with the love of her parents and brothers, and I cannot bear the thought of her enduring any hardship. She is a wise and well-mannered girl. If you cherish her, she will return those feelings a thousandfold. So, I ask of you, treat her well."

A parent's love for their child was ultimately always the same.

Carissa lowered her gaze, her eyes faintly reddened. She softly said, "Very well. I will make sure Lady Sylvia receives your words."

Gladys bowed deeply, tears falling as she murmured, "Your Grace, I will never forget this kindness."

"There is no need for such formality," Carissa said, helping her up. "It is a small favor."

Aside from the money, Gladys also sent a box of almond cake—Sylvia's favorite.

"At last… I've been craving this for so long. I asked Mom for it several times, but she never sent any to me."

Carissa finally spoke, saying, "Mrs. Lloyd asked me to deliver a message. She begs you to take care of yourself, Your Grace."

Sylvia lowered her gaze, masking the emotion in her eyes. "Please tell my mom that I am well. Everything is fine. She and my dad mustn't worry or dwell on things they cannot change."

"I will deliver your words exactly as you said them," Carissa promised.

Sylvia's voice softened as she replied, "Thank you."

Carissa offered a respectful nod before taking her leave. She had only just stepped over the threshold when Sylvia's voice drifted after her.

"It was my own foolishness… One moment of greed, one wrong thought, and I reached for something I never should have. And now, my children suffer for my mistakes. Regret comes too late. The world truly does repay what it is owed."

Carissa hesitated for just a second, then continued on her way without a word.