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Molly replied coldly, “I am the prince’s wife. There’s no question of blame between us. But if this matter is troubling him, I will take it seriously. Get a carriage ready. I’ll leave right away.”

Seeing her willingness to go, Fiona didn’t care how condescending Molly’s tone was. Fiona hurried outside to call for the carriage.

As soon as Molly stepped out, she spotted Carissa approaching with a large contingent of Capital Guards. At first, Molly didn’t recognize Carissa, but after a moment of scrutiny, she identified her.

Carissa was accompanied by Michael and a dozen guards, and she had made a grand entrance. Their show of force was deliberate, as they intended to interrogate several noblewomen and titled ladies. It was essential for Carissa to make a statement, to show that if she could confront Yuvan and his household with such authority, then the other noble families could expect nothing less in terms of respect. If she didn’t create a similar spectacle for the other families, it would appear as though they were being treated with leniency. This approach would not only avoid offending them but might also earn their gratitude.

Molly saw their entrance into Edgeview Estate and barked, “What do you think you’re doing? How dare you! This is Prince Yuvan’s residence!” All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Michael stepped forward and said loudly, “The Capital Guard is here under the king’s orders to assist the Supreme Court in investigating the treason case against Eleanor. We have some questions for Lady Molly and Lady Fiona.”

Molly was taken aback. “What business do you have at Edgeview Estate regarding a treason investigation? There’s nothing to discuss! Just go back,”

“Are you trying to defy the king’s command, Lady Molly?” Carissa said icily.

Fiona rushed out from the main hall, her face paling at Carissa’s words. She quickly said, “Since it’s the king’s command, please come in at once.”

Looking up, she finally noticed Carissa was wearing official attire. Though she wasn’t aware of any other news, she knew that Carissa was now the commander of the Mystic Army.

“Oh, so it’s you, Commander Sinclair! What a surprise,” Fiona said with a forced smile before turning to Molly. “Quickly, call the children to come out.”

Upon returning to the capital, Yuvan had formally bestowed the title of heir apparent upon Fiona’s son, Lucian Sanford.

As for Randall, the son of the late Avis, he was granted the title of county duke. Randall was Yuvan’s eldest son, born of a concubine who had died, and he had been raised by Avis. Despite having assumed the status of a direct descendent instead of a concubine’s son, Randall had no hope of being named heir, especially given the tragic circumstances surrounding Avis‘ death.

Fiona welcomed Carissa and the Capital Guards Inside to avoid saying too much at the gates, where prying eyes from other residences might catch wind of the situation and fuel unnecessary speculation. She called for Sabrina and Stephanie, along with Randall. Fiona hoped that since Avis was Carissa’s maternal aunt, Carissa would be lenient toward Yuvan’s household.

Fiona knew Yuvan would be under suspicion, but at least they were only here to ask questions, not to haul anyone away. There was no evidence linking Yuvan’s household to Eleanor’s alleged treason, meaning Eleanor hadn’t implicated them yet.

Once in the main room, Carissa, Michael, and the others took their seats. They had brought along a scribe from the Capital Guard office to record the proceedings. Before any questions could be posed, Randall entered with Sabrina and Stephanie.

The two county duchesses had never been particularly close to their mom, Avis, and they were even less fond of Carissa. Upon entering, they sat down without acknowledging anyone.

However, Randall nodded slightly to Carissa and greeted her.

Carissa nodded in return. “Everyone, please take a seat I’m here on official business. You’ll answer my questions as they come.”

Stephanie furrowed her brow, her expression icy. “What kind of business is this? Are you trying to make a name for yourself by bullying our family now that you’re an official?”

“Stephanie, just listen to Commander Sinclair and answer what she asks,” Fiona interjected, giving her a pointed look. “She’s your cousin. She won’t make things difficult for you.”

Stephanie scoffed, turning her face away in annoyance “Just get on with your questions already.”