Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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!”

Greenhill shook his head and explained, “I only followed Elder Skybright’s instructions. I gave your daughter’s b*dy to him.”

Can we talk to

had too many questions that could only

elusive. The last time he graced us with his presence at the monastery

“Three years ago?”

it was clear they wouldn’t

Richard had come to terms with the situation and said, “No matter what, at least

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

had no idea what

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moment of relaxation after a refreshing shower. Clad in a seductive nightgown that accentuated her long and fair legs, she found herself engrossed in the TV

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

My neck is aching as I sit in the

give you a massage,”

massaging her neck with a professional touch. With

spending long hours in her office chair. Whenever the pain flared up, she would rely on Caylie’s

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

next day, Richard and Lydia made a surprise

they entered the premises, Cordelia, Caylie, Yelena, and