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.”

he now? Can we talk to

too many questions that could

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

“Three years ago?”

Lydia felt helpless as it was clear they wouldn’t get an

situation and said, “No matter what, at least we can confirm that

doesn’t it? Our daughter has been here in Jazona all along, I must bring her back home and make amends for not being there for her all

Cordelia had no idea what was happening

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in a 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

asked, “Delia, what’s wrong?

as I sit in the chair

give you a massage,” Emrys

a seat beside her on the couch, he skillfully began massaging her neck with a professional touch. With each careful stroke, he channeled

with a nagging shoulder sprain for several years, a result of spending long hours in her office

provide the same level of relief that

Lydia made a surprise visit

Yelena, and