NovelEnglishChapter 1170
As the ladies were chatting, Ruth sent someone to privately ask Carissa to join her. After receiving the invitation,
Carissa checked with Victoria for permission and went. Ruth was Augustus' concubine, and she was supposed to
be living in comfort on her son's fief. Instead, she remained alone in a secluded palace in the royal palace.
When Carissa followed Oscar into Everlasting Palace, the atmosphere struck her as cold and desolate. There was
no sign of festivity or hint of the holiday spirit. It felt as if they were not only separated by a few palace halls, but
also by an unbridgeable divide of heaven and earth.
Since winter had set in, Ruth's health had worsened. Yuvan's son, Randall, had remained in the capital. Today, he
was in the palace, attending to his grandmother.
Upon seeing Carissa, Randall rose and bowed. "Greetings, Your Grace."
Carissa gave him a cool glance. "Greetings, Your Highness. | see you've cto the palace today."
"Yes, I'm here to keep my grandmother company." Randall felt uncomfortable under Carissa's gaze, so he
couldn't meet her eyes.
Carissa ignored him and stepped forward to offer her greetings to Ruth.
Ruth was lying in bed, supported by two soft embroidered pillows. Her face was a sickly yellow, her eyes sunken.
Her hair was unkempt and hung loosely, streaks of white strands scattered around her face-a result of staying in
bed for so long. She looked at Carissa, coughed once, then said in a slow, feeble voice, "Your Grace, please sit.
There's no need for formalities."
Her speech was labored and barely audible.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA palace maid brought a chair and placed it by the bed. Oscar gestured to it. "Your Grace, please sit closer. Lady
Ruth is weak, and her voice is faint. It will be easier to hear if you're closer."
Carissa thanked Ruth and sat down, then asked softly, "Are you feeling any better, Your Grace?"
Ruth sighed. "I suppose it's no use hoping for improvement."
She applied a bit of lip balm to her dry lips, but instead of improving her complexion, it only made her already
pale face look even more lifeless.
Carissa offered a gentle reassurance, "If you take proper care of yourself, you'll improve."
The warmth from the charcoal in the room was nearly too much for Carissa. Despite the comfortable heat, there
was no sign of smoke, which showed the quality of the charcoal being used. Salvador didn't treat Ruth poorly
despite her being Yuvan's mom.
"Your Grace, | asked for you to cbecause | wish to offer an apology on behalf of Eleanor. She committed
many wrongs toward your family, things that even | found appalling when | heard about them. I'm sorry, and |
hope you can find it in your heart to forgive her." Carissa lowered her eyes. "When someone dies, it's as if a light
is extinguished. Whether or not one forgives, it no longer matters. There's no need for you to carry this burden,
Your Grace. You should focus on resting and regaining your strength."
"It matters," Ruth replied with deep
sorrow in her voice, tears welling up in her eyes. "Forgiveness is what clears her karmic debt so that in the next
life, she can suffer less. In this life, she didn't find peace. But in the next, | hope she can marry a good man and
live a peaceful life."
"Your Grace, the mistakes she made in this life weren't due to a bad marriage, nor are they connected to it at
all," Carissa said, her voice calm but firm. "Yes, | know. She was wrong in so many ways. But as you said, when
someone passes, their light is gone. There's no point in holding onto hatred anymore." "There's no more hate,"
Carissa replied softly, not wishing to dwell on the matter further.
Oscar approached to wipe away Ruth's tears. After a moment, Ruth continued, her voice thick with grief.
"And then there's my
daughter-in-law. That poor woman! She endured so much suffering and torment, especially when she ended up
in Verdant Monastery. To think she passed away without children to care for her-what a tragic end! Every t|
think of it, it feels like a Knife through my heart. But what can | do? | couldn't intervene, couldn't speak out, and
couldn't help. | hope you won't think poorly of me, Your Grace."
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heart.
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