Her Graceful War Song



Barrett left Arcane Sanctumn in a daze.

Ivy stepped in and asked, "Sir, why did you say so much to him?"

She was confused. Her mentor had always harbored a deep disdain for the Warren family. He rarely bothered to acknowledge them. Yet, Sebastian had spent his break time trying to reason with Barrett today.

Sebastian sighed softly. "I don't want the world to think that Madam Sinclair was blind and muddle-headed for marrying her daughter to him. While it's true, I just don't want to hear others say it."

He stood up and placed a piece of charcoal into the brazier to warm his hands.

"Besides, he's not truly wicked. He can tell right from wrong when it counts. General Wyatt lost an arm saving him. If Barrett doesn't wake up and continues to be led astray by his mom, then that lost arm will be a tragic injustice," he added.

"Is there something else?" Ivy felt there was more to it.

When Sebastian loathed someone, he wouldn't waste his breath speaking to them.

Sebastian's gaze darkened. "Don't ask. I hope it won't be necessary."

Barrett returned home empty-handed. Everyone in the household had already prepared themselves for this outcome. After so many failed attempts to obtain the medicine, what could he do differently?

Moreover, Sebastian despised him most of all, so it was even less likely he would succeed.

Rebecca was still conscious, aware that her son had gone to seek the medicine. She held onto a flicker of hope in her heart.

Sure enough, when Barrett returned, he was holding a small wooden box. She recognized it immediately-it was the box that contained the Snowdrop Pills.

Her heart raced with joy. "Did you... manage to get it?"

Barrett hid the bitterness in his eyes and instructed, "Bring a small cup of hot water to prepare the medicine."

Tara knew the situation and followed his orders. Once the medicine was brewed and turned into a liquid, Rebecca couldn't wait to drink it. However, the moment the liquid touched her tongue, she realized something was wrong.

The taste was completely different.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Snowdrop Pills had a faint aroma of Evergreen Root and a refreshing taste. After consuming them for so long. Rebecca could easily discem even the slightest difference, and this was completely unlike what she was used to.

She gasped and knocked the medicine away. "No... This isn't it!"

"Mom!" Barrett's voice was heavy with concern as he looked at her. "This medicine was prescribed by another physician. It's meant to treat your illness. It may not be as effective as Snowdrop Pills, but it should help you feel a little better."

"I don't want it!" Rebecca seethed, becoming more breathless by the moment. "Only Snowdrop Pills... only Snowdrop Pills work!"

"Madam Rebecca, don't be unreasonable. This medicine is quite expensive too," Tara pleaded through her tears. "All of you are useless!" Her gaze swept over everyone in the room. "Where's Serena? Call her back... The Marquis of Ironridge's family can buy them!"

"If she wanted to come back, she would have already. We've sent people to escort her several times, but she refuses to come," Barrett replied, his heart heavy with pain.

Yet, as the pain piled on, he found himself growing numb to it. Instead, he felt a rising irritation within him.

How had Carissa managed to care for someone so ill for an entire year without a single complaint? Even as Rebecca's son, he felt utterly drained.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Rebecca's anger flared again. The dull pain in her chest intensified, making it hard for her to breathe.

She gasped, struggling for air, her voice rising in desperate moans, 'Help... help me."

Barrett sent for the physician, who had visited several times already and had long since determined that Rebecca wouldn't make it to the New Year. That she had held on this long was a testament to her tenacity.

After the examination, the physician came out to speak with them.

"It's only a matter of days now. Prepare for what comes next. She will suffer more from here on out. The difficulty in breathing may lead to some hallucinations, and she might say strange things. Don't be alarmed if she claims to see ghosts."

As he finished, the physician added, "There's no need for a prescription either. It would be pointless. Taking the medicine will only cause more suffering.