Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1389

Zoey was sitting at the table, sewing a new dress for her daughter. Once the dress was finished, she planned to embroider some decorative patterns. After all, her daughter was now living at Hell Monarch Estate; it wouldn't do for her to rely completely on the royal household for everything, especially her clothes.

Her mind was in turmoil. The words Carissa had spoken kept circling in her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it would come to pass.

If Oliver found himself without options, he would surely return to the capital. Whether or not he would immediately come looking for her afterward was uncertain, but she had a sense that he would first try to find Evelyn.

He wouldn't turn to Zoey unless he was certain that Evelyn could offer him no help. But Evelyn was deeply attached to her son and would go to any lengths to try and assist him.

Zoey had followed them the entire day, and while nothing had happened, that didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the days to come. If Oliver returned to the capital, it would only be for money. He wouldn't have the intention of staying in the city for long.

Evelyn had no money, but after years in the capital, she had cultivated certain connections. She could borrow a little here and there, pulling people into her troubles without them realizing it.

However, Evelyn couldn't go out by herself. She was too ill to leave the house, and she couldn't bring herself to go and ask for help. Most likely, she would have to send Luna or Viola to do it.

As Zoey pondered these things, Viola entered the room quickly.

Zoey looked up and asked, "What's wrong, Viola?"

Before Viola could answer, tears were already streaming down her face. "Zoey, I've done so many foolish things in the past. I've caused you so much trouble, embarrassed you, and even harmed my nephews and nieces. I regret it deeply now when I think about it. I truly do."

Zoey, who had noticed the change in her sister-in-law since her ordeal in Astral Prison, could see the difference clearly now. Viola no longer carried the sharpness and bitterness that once defined her. While there had still been remnants of her spoiled demeanor when she first arrived at Skye Embroidery, she had long since softened.

However, she never expected her sister-in-law to come personally to apologize. In truth, her children were connected to Viola by blood. They would always be family, no matter what. If Viola could recognize her past mistakes and humble herself enough to say thank you, Zoey should simply accept it.

"It's all in the past. Look ahead. Things will get better," Zoey replied gently.

With tears still streaming down her face, Viola said, "Hearing you say that brings me peace, Zoey."

If anyone else had said it, Viola wouldn't have believed them. After everything that had happened, how could things possibly get better? But if Zoey said it, she believed it—because the older woman had the strength to make it happen.

Zoey handed her a handkerchief. "Wipe your tears. You're not a child anymore, what's with all the crying?"

Viola took it, dabbing at her eyes, and then noticed the dress Zoey was making. The fabric was soft, a playful shade—probably for her daughter.