Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1044

Sebastian's apprentices were well-connected in the capital's medical circle and quick to catch wind of any news.

As the controversy surrounding the workshop and Jessica grew louder, many in the medical community began to gossip. They questioned how a single dose of laxatives could lead to a miscarriage.

One person muttered, "She's been drinking Redroot Restorative all along, and that's meant to stimulate blood circulation. That stuff can be dangerous, potentially causing excessive bleeding if taken in excess. How could she not lose the baby?"

The gossip spread quickly, reaching Rowan's ears. Naturally, he investigated further. It didn't take long before he found out that the person who had spoken was Aaron Hawthorne's apprentice. Aaron was the personal physician to the Marquis of Ironridge's family, although he also ran his own small clinic and had several apprentices.

Rowan dug deeper and discovered that Aaron, under someone's orders, had been sending a special blend of herbs to Ironridge Estate every day. The mix included a small amount of Redroot, combined with other herbs, all masked with dried fruits to hide the taste.

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At Glimmering Tower, a middle-aged man with a few strands of gray in his hair was speaking to Luke about the marquis' household.

"If not for Jessica's interference, Lady Emma wouldn't have passed away so suddenly. She was so upset. Since she entered the marquis' household, Jessica made things difficult for her at every turn. Her life was full of grievances, and at such a young age, she fell ill and passed away. It was heartbreaking for us servants to see," he said, his voice still carrying bitterness.

Luke listened, his expression impassive. He looked up, his voice cool as he asked, "I heard Lady Emma lost a child last year. Is that true?"

Still lost in his feelings, Giles instinctively nodded. He was about to speak when he suddenly realized what he had done.

At that moment, Carissa and Violet walked through the door.

His eyes widening with surprise, Giles immediately stood up and bowed. "Greetings, Your Grace."

Carissa studied him for a moment before smiling. "Giles, please sit."

He paused, clearly uncomfortable. "I dare not, Your Grace. I'll stand and wait on you."

"Please sit," Carissa said warmly. "I've asked about you several times but never properly thanked you with a cup of coffee. That was rude of me."

She sat down first, raising her eyes to look at him and gesturing to the chair across from her.