Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 795

Marjorie's tears stopped as her expression turned to worry. "Yes, your dad has never liked that so-called first female official. Now that she's discovered things he couldn't, he must be feeling quite miserable."

But then a thought struck her, and she asked, "Didn't they say the woman already had a daughter? Did you see her when you went?"

"Don't be ridiculous. There's no child at all, just her and a house full of people watching her," Lionel replied.

"Then, that's good." Marjorie sighed in relief.

Seeing that he had managed to calm his mom, Lionel felt a bit more at ease himself. However, he knew it wouldn't be so easy to smooth things over with his grandfather.

Malcolm had gone to explain the situation to Gerald himself. While he had accepted his son's explanation, he had also slapped him and told him to get out.

Malcolm felt a whirlwind of explosions as he stumbled out of his dad's room. He knew he couldn't blame the Hell Monarch for this mess. He had always adhered to benevolence and humility in court, but had made a fatal error with Carissa just because she was a female official, having been too arrogant and dismissive of her.

Regardless of what had happened, he still had to visit the Supreme Court and report what needed to be reported. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain things to those at home if the officials came knocking again.

The Supreme Court was investigating Eleanor's case again today. This time, under Salvador's orders, they resorted to torture.

Eleanor's fingers were broken, each crack sending her body into spasms. Her body trembled in pain and she was sweating profusely. Even so, she didn't utter a single cry. She was indeed a tough one.

She lost consciousness once from the agony.

But when she woke up, she spoke in a weak but fiercely defiant tone, "If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, go ahead and use them."

Naturally, Matthew showed no mercy since she had said that. He put her through every basic form of torture, working to break her stubbornness, but she endured in silence. She didn't reveal a single thing, keeping her lips sealed tight.

Everyone had anticipated this outcome. After all, the severe punishments had been abolished during the reign of the late king. If they truly resorted to extreme torture, perhaps they could pry something out of her.

Rafael had never seen Malcolm in such disarray. It was clear that dealing with affairs at home had been challenging enough. However, he felt no sympathy for him, knowing the man's arrogance had led him to this point.

With a wave, Rafael dismissed Matthew and the others, preserving Malcolm a little dignity in the process.

Once inside, Malcolm stood awkwardly. He didn't utter a word or even address anyone and simply stood there in a daze. Rafael ignored him entirely, and it was Carissa who broke the silence first.

"Lord Malcolm, please take a seat."

Slowly, Malcolm bowed his head, acknowledging Rafael with a respectful "Your Highness", before nodding at Carissa. "Thank you, Commander Sinclair."

He sat down, having mentally prepared himself for the encounter. But upon arriving at the Supreme Court, all that preparation seemed futile. He would have preferred to be here for corruption than to face this shameful situation.