Chapter: 617

“Your father was incredibly determined. After you went missing, your parents searched tirelessly for you. I 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 in Norah.

It was clear she had been deeply loved from the moment she was born.

A few moments later, Iker proposed adding Norah's details to their tome of family lineage records. However, Iker's proposal was merely a ploy to make Norah drop her guard.

This was Norah's first time back home, and she was unfamiliar with everything. 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."

Their tome stood as a symbol of lineage and a testament to the clan's history. Information concerning Wilson men would be recorded on the tome, 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 spot on the tome for the family property seems like a fair exchange, doesn't it?"

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 there was.

She watched Elsa and Norah in the cemetery, holding the child closer.

When could she escape from this dark life? She wondered silently.

Despite the reputation of the Wilson family for providing well for its members, only Hadley understood the difficulties 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. Come and pay your respects," Iker invited.

Iker pointed to two tombs, saying, “They died three years ago. We're the only ones who come to honor them."

One of the tombstones bore the name of Norah's father, Calvin Wilson.

Next to it, on another tombstone, was the name of Norah's mother, Bernice Wilson.

Their names felt both familiar and distant.