My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Upon returning to the village, Hera fused the little boy's soul with his physical body. His eyes regained their color, and he immediately threw himself into the old man's arms and started crying loudly.

The old man picked up his great-grandson and comforted him with tears streaming down his face, "Peter, don't cry. I'm here!"

"Sir, is it just you and Peter left now?" Hera asked, pressing her lips together.

The old man nodded with a bitter smile. "Yes, this child has had a hard life."

Nash was taking a closer look at the child. Indeed, his life had been harsh. He also had leukemia and was expected to live only until about ten years old. However, with his intervention, that would not pose a problem. "Miss, can you help me find my mom? She's not dead. She came to see me yesterday. But I didn't recognize her and got scared. She must be very sad," the little boy said timidly.

Hera was a soft-hearted person. When she heard that, the floodgates opened and tears streamed down her face. She felt even more sympathetic for the ghost now.

Nash put away the Nine Dragons Sword, but the ghost hesitated to approach them. "I can't let him see me like this. I'll scare him!"

Hera looked at Yellow Crane and asked, "Is there any way they can meet?"

He pondered for a bit and then answered, "She carries resentment and spiritual power within her. Her appearance can't be changed, and my illusions won't work on her." Hera's expression was crestfallen.

ghostly cultivation. Without that power, she would look as she did before

"Are you willing to give up your powers

The female ghost nodded without

you'll give up on your revenge too?"

my revenge anyway. I

avenge you," Nash

let you and your son meet." He gestured with his hands, and suddenly golden light radiated from his body. He touched the ghost's forehead, and a terrifying black mist began to ooze from her

screamed agonizingly.

bright red dress turned white. She looked stunningly beautiful, appearing to be 25 years old. "Peter, would you like to see

replied. His eyes showed fear,

from her bag and dripped them into his eyes. When Peter saw

violently. "Harriet... Harriet, are

I'm here...

tears streaming down her face as

granddaughter!" Hera dripped the ox tears into the old man's eyes. When