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.

"I can strip away her ghostly cultivation. Without that power, she would look as she did before her

asked, "Are you willing

I am!" The female

your revenge too?" Nash asked with a

talismans on him and in his home. I couldn't have taken my revenge anyway. I just want

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

screamed agonizingly.

her body. Her eyes lost their red glow, and even her bright red dress turned white. She looked stunningly beautiful, appearing to be 25

eyes showed fear,

took ox tears from her bag and dripped them into his eyes. When Peter saw his mother, he rushed

shuddered violently. "Harriet... Harriet,

here...

streaming down her face as

into your eyes and you'll be able to see your granddaughter!" Hera dripped the ox tears into the old man's eyes. When he saw Harriet, tears flowed freely as his