Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1636

In the main hall, Melanie sat quietly in her chair. An old maid stood beside her, and on either side sat the younger ladies of the Sinclair family. The matchmaker and Barrett were seated at the far left.

Barrett's cheeks were flushed, and he gathered his courage to say, "Madam Sinclair, please rest assured. I swear on my life that I will take no other wives, nor will I ever fail Lady Sinclair."

Before Melanie could reply, hurried footsteps echoed nearby. Her eyes were now too weak to see clearly, so she could only make out a blurred figure. The person rushed forward and threw themselves into her arms, their voice choked with sobs.

"Mom!"

A sharp pain touched Melanie's heart. She ignored Barrett and the matchmaker, reaching out to stroke the girl's hair.

"Another bad dream?" she asked.

Carissa had been kept in the dark about her father's and brothers' deaths, only learning of it after returning from Meadow Ridge. The grief had caused her to faint several times, and even now, she had not yet recovered from the sorrow.

Carissa knelt on the floor, holding her mother tight. Even if it was just a dream, she wouldn't let go.

"My dear, please stop crying," Yvette said gently as she came forward. "We have guests."

Carissa lifted her head and looked at Yvette, her second sister-in-law, so full of life. Her other sisters-in-law were also present. They gazed at her with sorrow in their eyes, yet with such gentle warmth.

Tears fell freely as she whispered, "Everyone is here. It's so good… you're all here."

"Silly child." Melanie smiled, pulling her up by the hand. "You're here to discuss your marriage. How could your sisters-in-law not be present to advise you? Come now, don't be rude. Stand up."

Carissa rose but didn't let go of her mother's hand. Her eyes still carried sorrow as they moved over every face in the room.

Barrett saw her expression and stood awkwardly to bow. "I am Barrett Warren. It is an honor to meet you, Lady Sinclair."

Carissa turned to look at the young man and was momentarily taken aback.

In her memories, her mother and sisters-in-law remained unchanged as they had passed away young. But Barrett had died when he was in his fifties.

The last time Carissa had seen him was a year before his death. His health had been poor, and he needed support to walk. The harsh winds of Victory Pass had lined his face with wrinkles and whitened his hair, making him look far older than his years.

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