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!”

Elder

Can we talk to

Lydia had too many questions

last time he graced us with his presence at the monastery was three

“Three years ago?”

helpless as it was clear they wouldn’t get an answer anytime

Richard had come to terms with the situation and said, “No matter what, at least we can confirm that Cordelia Youngblood is

has been here in Jazona all

had no idea what was happening

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nightgown that accentuated her long and fair legs, she found herself engrossed in the

that, Emrys asked, “Delia, what’s wrong? Does your neck feel

is aching as I sit in the chair

you a massage,”

began massaging her neck with a professional touch. With each

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

the flow of life energy, Caylie couldn’t provide the same level of relief that Emrys