Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 182: Ashes of the Past

Chapter 182: Ashes of the Past

(Connor’s POV)

I stood outside the hospital room door for a while, but in the end I didn’t go in. The sky was gloomy, and it began to drizzle.

I walked to the entrance of Harbor City Memorial Hospital, looked up at the oppressive and dull sky, my mind wandering. I thought to myself that Olivia and I might really have no chance anymore.

William Rivers, my father, was only fifty–two years old, and he was about to leave this world.

I recalled my childhood. When I was five years old, the matter of William’s illegitimate son was exposed.

My mother Katherine had a fierce fight with William about severing their mate bond. But in the end, due to the pressure from the elders of the two packs, the mating was not broken.

I clearly remembered all the grievances my mother had suffered. The scenes of my mother hiding in the room and crying.

Every quarrel between my parents. The disgust in William’s ice–blue eyes.

I knew that William did not love my mother, nor did he love me. I had never felt fatherly love since I was a

child.

From childhood to adulthood, my relationship with William had never been close. I thought that I would not

be sad if William died.

But at this time, I realized that I simply could not be indifferent.

Not far away, a middle–aged man was holding a little boy in one hand and Olivia’s Storm Shelter Umbrella in

the other. He was hurrying towards the hospital gate.

When he reached the hospital entrance, the man put away his umbrella. He lowered his head and softly

coaxed the little boy in his arms.

“Baby, don’t cry, Daddy will take you to see the doctor, it won’t hurt soon.”

My heart trembled. My gaze seemed glued, unable to move away.

The little boy looked only one or two years old. The man was wearing a factory uniform, dark blue, with the

name of the factory embroidered on the chest.

I noticed the man’s hands, rough and dark, covered with calluses. It was these rough hands that were

extremely gentle when holding the little boy.

They revealed a strong fatherly love. His weathered face was full of anxiety and worry.

I had almost never seen such an expression on William’s face.

Oh no, I had seen it before. That year, William brought Frederick Warner back to the Northern Territory.

He requested his grandparents to allow Frederick to return to the Rivers pack. His grandparents disagreed

and did not even allow them to enter the pack territory.

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William knelt in front of the gate with Frederick in his arms. The weather that day was the same as today: gloomy and oppressive.

Soon it started to rain. William took off his coat and covered Frederick’s head, sheltering him from the wind

and rain.

But Frederick still caught a cold and had a fever. William’s anxious expression was exactly the same as this

father’s.

I’silently watched, my heart aching dully.

The man hurried away with the child in his arms. I looked away and glanced at the misty rain in front of me.

Several young women at the entrance, their faces flushed, occasionally stole glances at me. They were whispering something.

I was indifferent to everything. I raised my foot and stepped into the misty rain.

At night, at my secret base Shadow Den. “Alpha, we have found the location of Victoria Price’s grave.”

Dominic Reeves stood in front of me and reported in a low voice. “Frederick Warner has built a cemetery for

Victoria Price in a remote village in Shadowmere City, Blackmoor Territory.”

Dominic handed the file folder to me.

“This village is where Victoria Price and Frederick first settled when they arrived in Blackmoor Territory. They

lived here for five years, and Victoria also died here.”

I opened the file folder. It was a thick stack.

Inside were photos of the small wooden house where they lived. There were also some old photos of

Frederick and Victoria.

Dominic said, “This house is where Frederick and Victoria lived at that time. Frederick has been sending

people to clean it all these years.”

“According to the people who clean it, there is no custom of burial in the local area. After a person dies, they

must be cremated.”

“After Victoria died, the villagers cremated her. Frederick collected some of Victoria’s ashes and set up a

memorial tablet.”

“When Victoria died, Frederick did not have the ability to build a cemetery for her. The cemetery was built

later, and it is a cenotaph.”

“Buried in the tomb are some of Victoria’s clothes and jewelry.”

“Later, Frederick went to many places, but Victoria’s ashes were always kept in that wooden house. He also

specially sent people to guard it.”

“He would go back to worship every year on Victoria’s birthday and death anniversary.”

“Has the tomb been dug open to see?” My ice–blue eyes flashed with cold light, my voice stern.

Dominic replied, “It has been checked, it is indeed a cenotaph.”

“What about Victoria’s ashes?” My eyes churned, my emotions obscure.

“They have been moved back.” Dominic gestured to his men.

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The men immediately trotted out, and soon, they came in holding a black urn. Dominic took the urn from the

men.

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