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Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 433

Chapter 433

Barrett once again took Aurora to Jadehill Estate. This time, he arrived with a substantial number of gifts and

even knelt at the entrance to request an audience.

Fortune was on his side-the Marquis of Jadehill was not at home, and upon learning of their arrival, Mary

graciously invited them in.

Aurora maintained a sullen expression throughout, showing no intention of apologizing. However, Mary seemed

unbothered and instructed her servants to serve refreshments. Mary’s daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law,

and great-granddaughter-in-law stood to the side, all casting hostile glances at

Aurora

Barrett knelt and greeted, “Good day, Madam Clayton. | am Barrett Warren, and | wish you health and

happiness.”

Aurora reluctantly followed suit and knelt, but said nothing, her mouth hidden behind her veil as if it were sealed.

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Mary dismissed their formalities and invited them to sit.

“Madam Clayton, my wife spoke thoughtlessly and offended you. | hope you can forgive her,” Barrett said,

clearly anxious.

“Thoughtlessly? She spoke with malice! snapped Caroline, one of Mary’s granddaughters-in-law.

“That's right! We never intended to ask for donations. Grandmother was just tired after our journey and wanted

to rest a moment at your family’s residence and have a drink of water.”

“And yet, upon meeting us, she called us beggars. What have we begged for from you? What have you given

us?”

Mary's other granddaughters-in-law voiced their grievances. Mary had been doing a good deed. How could they

let Aurora insult the elderly woman like that?

Barrett felt a deep sense of dread, realizing that despite meeting Mary, they might not be forgiven. He glanced

at Aurora, signaling for her to apologize, but she seemed to neither see nor hear the complaints from the Clayton

family members.

She sat there like a statue. Her presence alone was already the greatest concession she could offer.

“Enough,” Mary said slowly. “Our guests are here. We mustn't be rude.”

When Mary spoke, everyone fell silent.

The old woman glanced at Aurora before turning her attention back to Barrett.

“I haven't dwelled on this matter. It’s the younger generation of my family who are upset. I've told them many

times that once a person does something, people will have both good and bad things to say about it. You can’t

silence everyone, so just focus on doing your best. As long as your conscience is clear, that’s all that matters,”

said Mary.

Aurora finally spoke up, her tone calm and measured, “It's impressive how open-minded and magnanimous you

are, something we can only aspire to. But if you are truly so forgiving and free of resentment, then why were we

turned away at the door the last twe came?”

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“Aurora!” Barrett broke out in cold sweat, turning sharply to her and warning, “Be quiet.”

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Mary gave Aurora a meaningful look. “Madam Aurora, | wasn’t aware of your previous visit. Had | known, | would

have informed you that there was no need to cand apologize. You didn’t offend me. You only insulted

yourself.”

Mary picked up her coffee and took a slow sip before continuing, “In my lifetime, | have encountered many types

of people-capable and incapable, modest and arrogant, the great and the wicked, the kind and the loving. And |

have seen quite a few like you-twisted and conflicted.”

“You say | am twisted?” Aurora’s lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes flashing with anger. “How am | twisted? |

would appreciate it if you could enlighten me, Madam Clayton.”

“Refusing to acknowledge your own failures and blaming them on others, constantly feeling like life hasn't given

you a fair chance, carrying a restless resentment, unwilling to accept defeat, hoping to surpass certain people,

and trying to find ways to make others see you in a different light-that’s what makes you twisted.

Mary shook her head slowly, her voice calm and gentle as she continued, “Why concern yourself with these

matters? If you defeat someone, does that mean they will suffer? If you win against them, will your find

happiness?

“No, their joy or sorrow doesn’t affect you. They don’t care about your happiness or sadness, yet you torment

yourself with thoughts of them daily. Now, tell me, isn’t that twisted?”