Chapter 609

Rafael and Carissa rushed outside, finding Viola with disheveled hair, clutching a dagger to her neck. Blood seeped from the wound. Her maid, Poppy, pale and trembling, had been unable to stop her. Viola had insisted on going to Hell Monarch Estate, even purchasing the dagger en route.

Spotting Carissa, Viola’s bloodshot eyes blazed with rage. “Carissa, what grudge do we have? Why are you trying to ruin me?” she screamed.

Carissa calmly instructed Luke, “Send someone to Silverstone Estate and Valor Estate to escort Mrs. Warren home.” Luke nodded and hurried away.

Carissa turned to Rafael. “You should go inside. I’ll handle this.”

Rafael, noting Viola’s instability, warned, “Be careful not to hurt yourself,” before returning inside.

As he went, Yuvan emerged. Rafael blocked him. “Uncle Yuvan, let’s continue our conversation. Where were we?”

Yuvan, assuming an air of authority, boomed, “What’s going on here? Who dares barge into Hell Monarch Estate so recklessly? This requires immediate attention! We can’t tolerate such intrusions into a royal residence!”

Fiona followed Yuvan. Rafael didn't stop her. Playing along, Fiona exclaimed, “Your Highness, isn’t that the Earl of Silverstone’s third daughter? What’s happening?”

Viola, unprepared for Yuvan’s presence, seemed slightly disoriented by Fiona’s words. Her cold gaze remained fixed on Carissa.

“Let’s talk privately. Otherwise, I’ll die here with my child. You’ve driven me to the brink, so it matters little where I die.”

Fiona, with a falsely sympathetic smile, added, “If you have grievances, Mrs. Warren, share them. Prince Yuvan will ensure justice.”

Carissa shouted, “Violet, take Lady Fiona for a walk in the garden!”

Violet, though unseen, promptly appeared, gracefully leaping from a ledge. She seized Fiona’s arm. “You enjoy mediating disputes, Lady Fiona? Wonderful. The lake’s fish are fighting—you should help me break it up.”

Without waiting for a response, Violet dragged Fiona away.

Chapter 609 (continued)

Fiona, encountering Violet's unexpected boldness, felt anxious and angry, yet maintained her composure.

Meanwhile, Rafael forcefully pushed Yuvan back toward a chair.

Yuvan smiled wryly. “Rafael, no need to overreact. I merely wish to see who dares cause a scene at your residence.”

Rafael remained unmoved. “Matters between women should be settled by women. Why involve ourselves? Or were you so bored in Valken that you’d bother with such trivialities?”

Yuvan, taken aback by Rafael’s sharp retort, was speechless and frustrated.

Helen seized the opportunity. “When stationed in a fief, what else is there to do but be bored? Not everyone enjoys the capital’s busy schedule.”

Noticing Yuvan’s displeasure, Molly attempted to smooth things over. “A carefree life is a blessing,” she said lightly.

Helen retorted, “You’re young. How did you marry this old man?”

Molly blushed. “Your Highness, the prince is in his prime. You can’t call him old!”

Outside, Carissa dismissed the servants and turned to Viola. “Let’s go to the side hall.”

Carissa, walking ahead, was genuinely perplexed. What had enraged Viola? And what was this talk of suicide and two lives being lost?