Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)
Chapter 315

After leaving the coffeehouse, Carissa was both angry and amused.

What w rong with Viola? How could she believe Serena's words?

Carissa understood well enough why Serena had concocted such a story. She knew what had happened at Helen's tea party, and was aware of the details.

Serena had her sights set on Rafael and wanted to become his concubine. By spreading these rumors, Serena hoped to create trouble. If Viola believed the rumors and caused a scene, Rafael might ignore or even disdain Carissa if heard what Serena had said.

Carissa was certain that Serena thought this way. Viola's nature, to put it kindly, was straightforward. In other words, Viola was rash and easily influenced. It seemed that replaceing someone to truly manage the Warren family household was no simple task. Given Viola and Aurora's personalities, their future Interactions were likely to be tumultuous.

Carissa had initially chosen to meet with Viola and speak candidly to avoid further animosity misunderstandings. However, once she discerned Viola's true feelings, she decided not to reveal everything. If Viola chose to believe Serena's claims, so be it. As long as it did not cause her direct trouble, Carissa was willing to let it go.

In the carriage ride home, Lulu was visibly agitated. She had overheard the conversation through the door, and was fuming.

"Does everyone from the Warren family have something wrong with their head? You've divorced and left them for so long, yet they're still trying to interfere in your life. We have completely severed ties with them! Serena's malicious intentions are obvious-she wants to marry Prince Rafael as a concubine," Lulu fumed, her face cold with anger.

Carissa tapped Lulu's nose lightly. "Tm not upset, so why should you be? It's not worth getting

over,"

worked up

"How can you not be angry? You're usually the one who gets angry the most," Lulu replied, looking distressed. "Back in Meadow Ridge, you'd go straight to their door if anyone offended you, even if it was just gossiping."

When Lulu mentioned Meadow Ridge, Carissa's mood darkened further.

Her master wasn't coming, and neither were the others.

Carissa sighed deeply, her brows furrowed in frustration.

Things were so carefree back then. We had protection and support from others. Now, even my master has turned his back on me. I've been so willful-how can I continue like this? Should I even bother with Ryan anymore?"

Lulu understood that her mistress was upset about the situation, and refrained from saying more. She opened the box, and presented it.

"Here, this is Mr. Spencer's wedding gift. Take a look. It's heavy, uh, precious. But most importantly, it's the thought that counts."

Lulu sighed as she closed the box. The bracelet was indeed heavy, but it was also rather old-fashioned. The style seemed too heavy for an elderly lady and too gaudy for a young woman.

Why couldn't Kyle choose something more stylish and current? At least it would show he put thought into selecting the gift. If he had done that, Carissa would have felt much better, even if he couldn't attend the wedding.

Seeing the gold bracelet made Carissa want to cry.

"Never mind. Kyle gave me so many paintings, and he also added all the money from selling them to my dowry. Money is the best. It's practical and useful," Carissa said, trying to comfort herself.

Lulu nodded vigorously. "You're right! Nothing is more practical than money. Precious jewelry is lovely, but money is far more useful."

She took out her own purse, and began counting. "I haven't spent my monthly wages for the past few months. I'll save them in a small cabinet. By mid-next year, I can exchange them for silver ingots." Lulu smiled cheerfully as she finished talking.

Carissa chuckled and teased, "You little money-grubber.