Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 133 Cordelia Is Our Daughter

“What?” Lydia’s b*dy trembled in shock.

Their minds struggled to comprehend what was happening. Twenty–five years ago, they lost their daughter, and after that, they only had a son.

The couple was baffled,

“Perhaps only Father Greenhill from Mount Dracoger has the answer to our question. I’ll head there at once,” Richard declared resolutely.

“I’ll come with you!” Lydia offered hurriedly.

After their daughter passed away, a priest from Mount Dracoger took her b*dy with him, claiming he would give her a proper burial.

Mount Dracoger was well–known in Jazona. The thought of having to visit her grave brought forth a flood of painful emotions that Richard and Lydia wished to avoid. With heavy hearts, they made the difficult decision to entrust Greenhill with the task of bringing their daughter’s b*dy back with him.

A sense of unease washed over Richard and Lydia, leading them to suspect that there was a connection between the unusual circumstances and Greenhill’s involvement.

They wasted no time and set off for Mount Dracoger. When they found Greenhill, to their surprise, he denied any knowledge of the matter.

Richard was flustered. “Father Greenhill, it’s impossible that you know nothing. You were the one who took our daughter away from us!”

followed Elder Skybright’s instructions. I

now? Can we

and Lydia had too many questions that could only be answered by

chuckled bitterly. “Elder Skybright has always been elusive. The last time he graced us with his presence at

“Three years ago?”

it was clear they wouldn’t get an answer

to terms with the situation and said, “No matter what, at least we

here in Jazona all along, I must bring her back home and make amends for not being there for her all these

had no idea what was

1/2

08:55 Fri, 26 Jan

133 Cordelia Is Our

80%

on the couch, indulging in a moment of relaxation after a refreshing shower. Clad in a seductive nightgown that accentuated her long and fair legs, she found

what’s wrong? Does your neck

sit in

me give you a

couch, he skillfully began massaging her neck with a professional touch. With each careful stroke, he channeled his life energy, providing

dealing with a nagging shoulder sprain for several years, a result of spending long hours in her office chair. Whenever the

the flow of life energy, Caylie couldn’t provide the