The news of Carissa''s anger towards Heather reached Helen''s ears.


    After calling Lulu in to get the full story, Helen was furious.


    "Who wouldn''t be infuriated by such behavior? It''s only because Carissa is younger that she put up with Lady Heather. If I were there, I''d have pped her a few times myself!


    "Hurry, get the kitchen chefs to prepare some sweet treats- No, better yet, go buy an assortment of pastries from the best bakery in the capital. Cheer Carissa up. Don''t let her stay angry and make herself ill over such spineless people. It''s not worth it to ruin her health over them."


    Helen''s maid, Mindy, hurriedly prepared to buy the treats, but Violet said, "I''ll go. I''m quick on my feet."


    "Yes, you should go, Violet," Helen said anxiously.


    She had seen her daughter-inw angry before, but this time, Carissa''s frustration with Heather was something she couldn''t express. It was like when Helen was extremely annoyed with her sister but dared not show it.


    No, it wasn''t quite the same. Victoria was reasonable and had Helen''s best interests at heart, whereas Heather didn''t even care about her own daughter. How could Heatherpare to Victoria? Even after returning to Orchid Hall, Carissa was still fuming and couldn''t calm down.


    Was it because they were afraid of being sent to their fief that they had to be so humble? They were even willing to discard the dignity of a prince and make Leona suffer as they did?


    Carissa couldn''t understand. People said that a mother should be strong, but Heather was not. Instead, she was even weaker than ordinary people. Her parents'' weakness directly contributed to Leona''s soft nature, leaving her unable to stand firm even as a duchess.


    As Carissa was fuming, she heard footsteps outside. Looking up, she saw Violet entering with Helen''s arm linked through hers. Violet carried a red box in her other hand. Carissa stood up and asked, "Mother, what brings you here?"


    Violet ced the box on the table and smiled. "Lady Helen was worried you''d make yourself ill with anger. She asked me to get an assortment of pastries from the best bakery in the capital. A little sweetness will surely lift your spirits."


    With that, Violet opened the box and began to take out the treats one at a time. While the kitchen chef made great pastries, the old, renowned bakery in the capital made even better ones.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Carissa couldn''t help but chuckle as she looked at the delicious and beautiful pastries. Still, she was somewhat touched.


    "Thank you, Mother. I''ll have some now."


    Carissa picked up a pastry and put it in her mouth. Despite her frustration, which made everything taste like wax, she still nodded and smiled when Helen asked if it was good.


    "It''s delicious."


    The pastries themselves weren''t rare-what was valuable was her mother-inw''s thoughtfulness. Knowing Carissa was upset, Helen had bought pastries to cheer her up.


    Seeing her daughter-inw smile,


    Helen also grinned and said, "There''s no point in getting worked up over someone like that. She doesn''t have a spine to speak of. So what if they get sent to their fief? Life there


    would be much more carefree.


    Living like this, barely scraping by, is


    worse than going to their fief!"


    "Their life in the capital isn''t great either. They live in a subdued manner, always deferring to others, and they don''t dare challenge even an earl''s household. What''s the point of living such a pitiful existence?" said Violet, who also struggled to understand.


    "Besides," Helen continued, "the cold


    and destend isn''t so terrible. Didn''t her father, General Dominic, spend half his life stationed in such a ce? What''s there toin about? And when a prince goes to a fief, it''s far from the king''s reach. Life there is bound to be much freer and more enjoyable. With money and rank, that''s living in indulgence."


    Carissa exined, "It''s not that simple. Once at their fief, they can''t return to the capital without a summons. Though the king is


    rtively lenient now and allow


    asional returns, going to such a remote fief means aplete departure from the circles of power in the capital.


    "Prince Harvey has other children, and he naturally wants them to find suitors in the capital. But with their actions, what kind of good matches can their other children hope for?"


    Seeing her daughter-inw''s expression darken again, Helen quickly said, "Forget about those people. Dwelling on them just leaves you feeling drained."