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Gossip was Elsa’s guilty pleasure.
She was always eager for details, trailing behind Norah to inquire further about her divorce, which irritated the
others. Larry tugged at her wrist, signaling her to stop, but she shrugged him off with a hint of annoyance.
Norah tilted her head and gave a chilly smile.
“It seems you're quite interested in my personal affairs and know almost everything about me.”
Elsa was oblivious to the cues. Despite Norah's repeated rejections, she persisted with her questions.
It was only when she noticed Norah's stern expression that she flashed an awkward smile.
“Apologies. My curiosity got the better of me.”
During their brief exchange, Iker realized that Norah was far from naive, as Elsa had suggested. Instead, she was
calculating.
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She recognized their probing questions and deftly sidestepped them.
Iker understood that Norah would be a challenging person to handle.
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“Norah, today’s welcbanquet is in your honor. Now that you're back, a visit to the graves is due. Let's dine
first and then head to our family cemetery.”
During lunch, Norah learned about the Wilson family cemetery, where all the ancestral graves were located.
“Your parents’ graves are there too. Since you've returned, you should visit them. If they hadn’t gone looking for
you, they might still be alive.”
Iker set his fork down and sighed.
“Your father was incredibly determined. After you went missing, your parents searched tirelessly for you. |
suggested they have another child, but your mother felt it wouldn't be fair to you. She was as resolute as your
father.”
Hearing about her parents from others stirred something deep inside Norah.
It was clear that she had been deeply loved from the moment she was born.
A few moments later, Iker proposed adding Norah's details to their family lineage records. However, his proposal
was merely a ploy to make Norah lower her guard.
This was Norah's first tback home, and everything felt unfamiliar. Neither Gilda nor Chayce intervened. After
lunch, she accompanied Iker to the family cemetery.
Located in the southwest corner of the manor, the cemetery was under constant watch by guards. Iker and
Mindy escorted Norah inside while the others stood guard at the entrance.
Holding his child's hand, Larry remarked thoughtfully, “Elsa, your father really cares for Norah. He's even willing
to include her in the family tree.”
The family twas a symbol of lineage, a testament to the clan’s history. Information about Wilson men would
be recorded in it, while for Wilson women, only those who had made notable contributions to the clan earned this
honor.
Neither Larry nor Elsa had merited inclusion in the tome. Hank said slowly, “Elsa’s strategy could work. Trading a
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Hadley, cradling a child in her arms, dutifully followed Hank. She had no opportunity to speak here, and Hank
would not have permitted it even if she did.
She watched Elsa and Norah in the cemetery, holding the child closer. When would she be able to escape from
this dark life? she wondered silently.
Despite the Wilson family’s reputation for providing well for its members, only Hadley understood the struggles
she faced.
Larry, the live-in son-in-law, was also aware of this.
Both felt compelled to conform for the sake of survival.
The cemetery was expansive, with dozens of tombs and numerous flowers.
As Norah entered, the scent of flowers filled the air. It appeared that someone had been tending to the graves
even in their absence.
“That's your parents’ tombs, Norah. Cand pay your respects,” Iker invited.
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