Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 862

Meanwhile, Barrett took decisive action and prepared to sell off several servants. The Warren family was on the brink of collapse. His eldest brother had lost his position, the second branch of their family had split off, and it was uncertain when Barrett himself would be reinstated.

The only option left was to cut back wherever possible.

Typically, noble families avoided selling off their servants. There were always unsavory secrets lurking within the estate. It was one thing if the servants were sold to a good household, but if they ended up with a cruel family, they would surely harbor resentment and spill all the dirty secrets when they could.

So, noble families were usually cautious about such actions.

But what secrets did the Warren family still have that weren't already known?

Barrett no longer cared. The vilest curses were already on the lips of the townsfolk every day. What more could he fear?

He had never understood Amelia until he truly took over her position. Now, he finally grasped the weight of her burdens.

Barrett's feelings for Viola were now complicated. His heart ached for the loss of their child, but he was also angry at his wife's quarrels with Amelia. He wanted to ask about the miscarriage, but bringing it up would likely hurt her more, so he kept his mouth shut.

Rebecca's health continued to deteriorate. The physician said it was impossible for her to last until the New Year.

It was just a matter of time.

Barrett sent someone to summon Serena back to see their mother, but she didn't return. She hadn't come back when Amelia died to avoid any bad omens. Now that everyone outside was cursing the Warren family, Serena didn't want to wade through that mess.

Apart from Tara, there was almost no one left by Rebecca's side.

Death and despair were like a tightening noose, locking her heart in the grip of panic over her own mortality.

On Midwinter's Dawn, a traditional holiday marking the shortest day and longest night of the year, there was no family meal to celebrate together.

Rebecca, who could barely rise from her sickbed, held Tara's hand and cried. "Go to Hell Monarch Estate and fetch Carissa. I have something to tell her."

Tara sighed. "Lady Carissa won't come, Madam Rebecca."

"You tell her I was wrong…" Rebecca's eyes were glazed over, her sunken cheeks making her look even more bitter. "I was wrong."

Tara sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her tears.

"What good does it do to realize your mistakes now? When Lady Carissa was in the family, you had a luxurious life. You had everything—jewels, silks, and satin. Sebastian even came to your door personally. Your condition was already critical back then. If it hadn't been for Lady Carissa calling for Sebastian, you would have been gone long ago."