The Silent 427

427.Chapter 427

Dylan spent the entire night sitting outside the gates of Saint Grace Nunnery, lost in thought.

It wasn't until the morning bell tolled, accompanied by faint chanting from within, that he finally rose to his feet.

He cast one last, lingering glance at the tightly shut gates before dragging his stiff, chilled body down the mountain

By the time he retumed to the thatched cottage, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Dylan noticed a faint glow of candlelight coming from his thatched cottage in the distance,

He frowned slightly.

He thought, 'It is almost dawn. Have Matthew and Sophie still not gone to bed?' Feeling something was off, Dylan quickened his pace. He soon reached the door of his cottage and knocked firmly." Matthew, open the door,"

"Coming!" Matthew's voice rang out, followed by the spund of hurried footsteps. Moments later, he opened the door for Dylan.

Dylan glanced inside and saw Sophie sitting on his bed, carefully massaging her ankle.

"Why are you still up? Didn't I tell you to get some rest? You need to leave first thing in the morning, Dylan said, his tone sharp but calm.

"Dylan, are you really that eager to send us away?" Matthew retorted, his brows furrowing in frustration.

"Do whatever you want, Dylan replied coldly, "But Sophie has to go. We're at the foot of Mount Westin, and Eliza is up at Saint Grace Nunnery. I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

Dylan stepped inside, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip.

kettle hadn't been used this morning,

through Dylan's

right. Sophie absolutely

was here, our

that, Eliza would never forgive

hardening as he snapped, "Enough. Since you're

so afraid of? Eliza is

us out before dawn

reason I've given you any leeway is because you're my brother.

can ever take her place! You were right last night. It's true that! played a part in driving Eliza to despair and forcing her to join the nunnery. But it wasn't

Anthony, even Father. We all share the blame for pushing her to that

sow discord, twist the truth, and scheme

the rest of us, you'll end up with the most pitiful fate of

a truly warm and loving family, but you destroyed it with

delivered his final words with a tone dripping in mockery, as if casting

couldn't hold

had planned to use her injured

never expected that

rejecting her without hesitation

a completely

he said tore through her facade, every sentence laced

had the audacity to call her

How am I

not

that little wretch Eliza out of the house, and

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