Chapter 922:

About half an hour later, he returned, wearing a frown.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to him?” Eileen asked.

“It’s nothing serious. He indeed wouldn’t let Bailee see him. The funds I sent monthly weren’t under his control; others received them. My people were hesitant to return the things to me, thinking it would be hard to explain, so they kept quiet and didn’t tell me,” Bryan replied.

Bryan settled onto the bed’s edge, gazing at Eileen’s concerned expression, and stated, “Milford refuses to accept help from anyone. Even if released under these conditions, it will be challenging for us to assist him.”

Eileen’s face fell as she thought of Milford’s reckless yet optimistic demeanor in her mind. Despite his troubled past, his imprisonment at such a young age made her feel for him.

Eileen’s shoulder and said, “The prison guards have reported that

response, Eileen nodded. “When he’s released, we’ll go

the earlier conversation. She had a disturbing dream where Milford was brutally beaten in prison, and she was powerless to stop it, no matter how hard she tried. As a result, she didn’t rest well and had bags under her eyes the next

day Dottie would be buried in the ancestral cemetery. Eileen had

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Alverton, there was a vast plain where affluent families purchased prestigious plots to lay their ancestors to rest amid the peaceful surroundings, and the

the air was filled with birds taking flight in every direction, while the ground beneath her was littered with dead branches. To spare Leyla from excessive emotional distress, Eileen didn’t bring her along, while Bryan was instructed to remain

the shovel from a

here to pick you up,” she

to others, who would carefully extract the coffin from the

a few steps back, she collided with someone, prompting a hasty apology. “Oh, I’m

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