My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 Schemes In Early Spring

Chapter 60 Schemes In Early Spring

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Weeks slipped past, and the sheet of sandalwood parchment that Naomi had poured her hopes into remained unanswered, its silence growing heavier with every sunrise.

Almost the moment her courier rode out, Alexander commanded his banners north. The Steppe Nomads, unsuspecting and running short on arrows and grain, stumbled backward across the snow–bleached plains.

By the time the lanterns of the new year were taken down, rumor galloped into Jexburgh. Pinemore, a fortress seized by Lableoton a century earlier, was ours again. Broadmoor stood reunited and was christened Drocver.

Emperor Aldric strode through the palace with a brightness in his eyes, declaring. “The Zonfrillo bloodline is Duflana’s great fortune.”

Accolades poured in from every corridor, a torrential applause too numerous to catalogue..

Yet within the Niven Estate, no one had time to savor distant victories. Their corridors buzzed with a different urgency.

Joanna, having only just arranged Ulrich’s wedding, caught a winter chill so fierce it felled her like a storm–struck cedar. Fever scalded her night after night until even sitting upright was impossible.

Yolanda, her dutiful daughter–in–law, remained at the bedside cach day, changing cloths, coaxing sips of water, and answering every faint groan before it turned to pain.

Rita, heavy with child yet heedless of her own swelling belly, rushed in from the outer courtyard. One glimpse of her mother’s sunken checks shattered her composure. Tears slid down her face as she knelt, whispering, “Mother.”

Joanna coughed softly, her brows knitting as though each breath scraped. “Foolish girl,” she murmured, “you are carrying a child. What if my chill clings to you? Go home, rest. This will pass in a few days.”

Rita wanted to argue, yet Agnes guided her out with practiced gentleness.“Ms. Rita, please do not add to Mdm. Joanna’s worries. The household chores weigh heavily on her mind than her illness.

Rita hesitated only a heartbeat, then dispatched a servant to summon a carriage toward. Ambrosial Garden.

Inside the fragrant courtyard, she collapsed to her knees before Hannah, tears streaking her

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still–flushed cheeks. “Grandmother, Mother is gravely ill. I beg you, please authorize Aunt Meryl to oversee the estate. Only then will Mother find peace enough to mend.”

Her sobs fell like spring rain, delicate yet unstoppable.

Hannah’s heart tightened. She lifted the girl, dabbing away the tears with a linen handkerchief embroidered years ago by her own, steadier fingers.

Though she had long kept out of her daughters–in–law’s private rivalries, circumstances now forced her hand. Turning to Ruby, she said, “Fetch Meryl and her branch at once.”

When Fiona entered Ambrosial Garden beside Meryl, she found Rita still glistening with tears. while Hannah murmured consolations.

Fiona offered a soft greeting, “Grandmother, Rita.

Rita composed herself, managed a smile. “Aunt Meryl is here. Grandmother, discuss the matter with her. I must return to Mother. Supported by Agnes, she left the courtyard, her back stiff with determined haste.

Alone with Hannah, Meryl pretended confusion, her voice almost airy. “Mother, what has called me here today?”

Hannah sighed, the sound weary and decisive at once. “Joanna has long run this estate. I allowed it because you showed no desire to interfere. Now that she is bedridden, it is time you shouldered the burden.”

In truth, Hannah welcomed this change. The main branch had never excelled at household management, and two decades of polite tolerance had left the family merely adequate. Perhaps the second branch would steer them toward better fortune.

Meryl’s lips curved into a measured smile. “With Mother speaking on her behalf, of course, I will assist Joanna. My merchants‘ shops are small; running the Niven Estate is another scale entirely. I cannot guarantee I am equal to it, but I will try.”

From the moment Joanna took to her sickbed, Meryl had foreseen this request. To refuse outright would paint the second branch as cold and self–serving.

“Do what you can,” Hannah said, voice gentle yet unyielding.

Meryl considered, fingertips tapping the arm of her chair. “Even so,” she added, “the ledgers alone could drown a person. I will need someone at my side.”

“Speak with the main branch, Hannah advised. “Choose wisely, lest resentment take root.”

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