Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)

The next day, Lionel went to Pearwater Convent to pick up Amara.

Carissa was present, so he pulled her aside for a moment Conder Sinclair, please don’t worry. My mom will treat Amara well and won’t make things difficult. I have half–brothers and half–sisters borne by my dad’s concubines, and my mom has always been kind to them.”

Carissa replied bluntly, “I don’t doubt your mom will be good to the child. However, I need to clarify something. Yesterday, your mom asked me what the child’s name was. I told her it was Briar. As for whether you will use ‘Amara‘ after returning, that’s up to you.”

Lionel sighed softly. “Thank you, Commander Sinclair.

“Since you’re bringing the child back, will you let her meet Casey?”

Lionel nodded. “That’s fine. In fact, my mom said yesterday that if my dad wants to take Casey back to our residence, she would agree.”

Carissa looked at him in surprise. “You’re not that simple a person, Lord Lionel. Be a little kinder to your mom and consider her feelings.

Lionel hurried to explain, “Please don’t misunderstand. My mom isn’t petty. She thinks about the big picture to avoid giving anyone a handle against our family.”

“I’m not misunderstanding. I know your mom is considering the greater good, but that doesn’t mean you can treat her like she has no heart. In a situation like this, who do you think suffers the most? It’s not your dad. It’s your mother. Yet even in her difficult position, she’s still thinking about the future of your family.

You can’t match her vision.”

Carissa rarely showed such patience when communicating with members of the Quinton family. Yesterday, she had wondered if Marjorie was being too kind–hearted.

Upon reflection, Carissa realized there was a reason for it–Marjorie didn’t want the Quinton family or Kylie to be attacked later over this issue, so she would rather take the hit now.

Lionel’s eyes glimmered with sorrow. “I know my mom must be hurting. But if we’re talking about who’s suffering the most, it’s definitely my dad. This incident has caused many of our family’s young men to lose their respect for him. He’s sacrificed a lot over the years to maintain our family’s honor, and he’s been struggling with nowhere to vent his frustrations. That’s why he didn’t refuse Casey when she came

to him.

“Commander Sinclair, you’re in the court too, so you should understand how difficult it is to hold an official position, especially since my dad is the Civil Minister. He’s always tirelessly recommending capable people to the court and evaluating officials..

Carissa understood that men often spoke from a man’s perspective, and their stance shaped their perceptions. So, she didn’t argue.

“Alright, Lord Lionel. I’m just offering a suggestion. After all, this is your family matter, and I don’t want to Interfere. You should handle it as you see fit.”

Lionel awkwardly said, “Alright, I’ll take Amara back first. As for whether I’ll bring Casey later, I’ll ask my mom again. If she agrees, I’ll send someone to fetch her. For now, let’s not meet her.”

Carissa wanted to remind Lionel not to keep calling the child Amora, as it was just another wound for his mom. However, it was clear he didn’t see it that way. Bringing it up again would only seem meddlesome.

With that, Lionel left with the child without allowing her to meet Casey. He hadn’t even asked Casey if she wanted to go to the Quinton family’s residence.

After taking care of a few matters, Carissa decided to check on Casey.

She was sitting alone in a shared room, and her roommate hadn’t returned yet. She hugged a blanket, sitting on the bed. Since arriving here, she hadn’t said much at all, and she hadn’t eaten anything today.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Carissa asked gently.

Casey lifted her head and softly asked, “Did he leave?

Carissa nodded. “He’s gone.”

A small sigh of relief escaped Casey. “The matriarch of the Quinton family will treat her well. I’m very reassured.”

Casey had approached Malcolm for a mission, so naturally, someone had investigated the Quinton family’s situation.

“Are you alright?” Carissa Inquired.

“I couldn’t be better,” Casey said with a smile, lifting her gaze to meet Carissa’s. Her long hair fell around her face, framing her eyes and making it look bigger than usual. “It feels almost unreal. How could the heavens be so kind to me? I really can’t believe it. I’m even afraid to step outside. What if I open the door, and someone takes me back to Harmony Palace to be punished?”

“Take a walk. You’ll see that everything is more real than it seems. By the way, if the Quinton family wants to take you back to their residence, would you want to go?” Carissa asked.