Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1231 Chapter 1231 425 BONUS In the study of the Quinton family's main residence, the flickering light from two lamps cast a cold glow over Malcolm's face, making his expression one of deep gloom and fury.

"Who knows about this?" Malcolm asked, his voice tight with barely contained anger.

Though his control was still sufficient to keep him from losing his temper on the spot, his frustration was evident.

The Marquis of Glandale hesitated. He couldn't admit that his sister had already learned of the matter. Only now did he realize why she had insisted on not coming along. This situation, it seemed, was best kept as quiet as possible.

"No one knows. I heard Lord Gerald was covered with a tablecloth when he was brought out. It's likely only Lady Carissa,saw his face," said Fabian..

Malcolm ground his teeth together. "She should never have seen it. If it were Deputy Commander Brown or Chief Lewis, it would be manageable. But her-how are we supposed to move forward now? She will make it her mission to let everyone know about this." Fabian hesitated, then said, "Perhaps not. If that were the case, she wouldn't have let Lord Gerald cover his face. No matter how angry she is with the Quinton family, she still has to consider King Sigmund's reputation.” Malcolm scoffed coldly. "King Sigmund had more than one teacher. If the royal tutor's title were to be stripped, who could stop us? Never underestimate the pettiness and vindictiveness of women. A woman's revenge is far more ruthless than a man's." Fabian didn't argue. He didn't know Carissa well enough, and given his involvement in this, even if he didn't believe she was the type to act out of malice, he wasn't willing to take any chances on her behalf.

He still hoped Malcolm could help him.

After a moment's thought, Fabian spoke again, "Lord Malcolm, perhaps the first priority should be to rescue Lord Gerald. Your third brother's son, Lord Logan, has already beca prince consort, hasn't he? Princess Kiera is the younger sister of the Hell Monarch. If she could speak in our favor, this matter would be much more likely to be resolved." Malcolm was silent for a long time. His third brother was a simpleton, and Logan had lived at Inkwood Hall since he married. He often wandered off with Kiera on excursions, only returning occasionally to check on his parents.

This situation was something Malcolm didn't want the younger generation to get involved in, but asking Kiera for help would undoubtedly be more effective than any of them trying to intervene.

Noticing Malcolm's silence, Fabian paused before nervously adding, “There is one more thing. The gentlemen's retreats have always been a venture I started with Eleanor, and this can be Chapter 1231 +25 BONUS traced back. I'm not sure how the king will view it, especially since Lord Gerald frequented the place." Malcolm's face darkened in fury. He suddenly leaped to his feet, pointing a finger accusingly at Fabian. "You... you had the gall to keep that place running? Eleanor opened the gentlemen's retreats, and you still dared to operate it? And you didn't think to informthat my dad went there countless times? Now that something has gone wrong, you want to drag the Quinton family into this? I'll tell you, don't even think about it!” Seeing Malcolm's anger, Fabian found himself strangely relieved. While he didn't know how others would react, he had dealt with Malcolm for many years.

If Malcolm didn't express his anger, he might have been able to distance himself from the matter. But now that he was furious, it meant that he understood the situation couldn't be swept under the rug.

Gerald's frequent visits to the gentlemen's retreat were undeniable. If anyone claimed there was no connection between the Quinton family, the retreat, and Eleanor, no one would believe 1. it.

Attempting to maintain composure, Fabian forced a smile. "Lord Malcolm, anger is of nous@now. The ive important thing is to resolve this issue. As for what happens next, I'll follow your lead entirely. How does that sound?"

Seeing Fabian's shameless demeanor, Malcolm almost had the urge to strangle him. Though the marquis was from om s from a prestigious family, his descendants had long abandoned honorable paths in favor of underhanded schemes. It was bad enough that he had sullied his own household, but now he had dragged Gerald into this mess. Still, despite his fury, Malcolm knew Fabian was right about one thing-rescuing Gerald was the priority.

He took a deep breath and replied coldly, "You will leave now. Go to the palace tomorrow and offer your apology. Since Carissa had the ve m gentlemen's retreats shut down, it must have been by a royal order. The king has yet to deal with you, so it's clear he's still showing favor due to your ancestors' merits. If you go on your own to plead for mercy, you might receive a lighter punishment." Upon hearing this, Fabian understood that Malcolm would have his officials intercede on his behalf.

He felt srelief and nodded. "Very well, I won't get in your way any longer. You should hurry and get Lord Gerald out." Today's Bonus Offer