"This time, it's not just about rescuing people. We've uncovered something much bigger. We of the Hell Monarch household won't be able to take the credit. Whoever risks their life gets the honor. Let's drop the topic of Mr. Warren for now. Please eat, Your Highness," Jacob said.
Jacob didn't want to keep talking about Barrett, as he didn't want to make Carissa uncomfortable. Thus, he urged Rafael to eat and then clean up. The scent of the dungeon still clung to the prince.
However, Violet wasn't quite satisfied. "Barrett still played a role in our plan, and that bothers me. I'd rather Michael get the credit!"
She could never forget how Barrett had harmed Carissa and tried to seize her dowry. Even though they had fought side by side on the battlefield, they were simply not cut from the same cloth.
Violet would always look down on Barrett.
Jacob smiled. "Lord Brown will definitely get some credit. It's not like Mr. Warren will get sole credit. He didn't go into the dungeon alone, after all. Ms. Spencer, you really shouldn't dwell on it."
Violet glanced at Carissa. "Doesn't it bother you, Cari?"
Carissa shook her head. "Honestly, when I think back to those times, it feels like it happened in another life. It's so far away that I almost feel like I never even married into the Warren family. Barrett's name feels unfamiliar to me now. If that's the case, I might as well treat him like a complete stranger."
Violet shifted awkwardly. "Alright, let's consider him a stranger—a particularly annoying one."
Carissa laughed. "Exactly!"
Rafael glanced at Carissa. Even though he wasn't overly concerned about the past, he enjoyed hearing her say it. She wasn't lying—those were her true feelings.
With a smile on his lips, he happily finished his meal.
"Well, since there are no more questions, let's call it a day."
After returning to their rooms, Rafael had just finished bathing when a knock sounded at the door of Hell Monarch Estate. Someone from the palace urgently requested him to come at once.
It seemed Michael had already sent word.
"Understood."
Rafael knew the royal chancellor was bringing the report. He had instructed Michael earlier that if anything related to government affairs came up at Harmony Palace, Jeremiah should be the first to be informed, as only the prime minister could enter the palace at such late hours.
Upon entering the royal study, the flickering candlelight revealed the fury in Salvador's eyes. Jeremiah sat beside him with a grave expression.
Rafael knelt on one knee. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Rise!" Salvador looked at him, and said in a low voice, "The Supreme Court will handle the matter regarding Harmony Palace."
Salvador didn't specify what the issue was, assuming Rafael already knew.
From this statement, Rafael understood that Salvador was aware of the events that had unfolded that night. He likely hadn't anticipated that they might involve treason, though.
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