Terrence abandoned everything, including his parents and his infant daughter, without saying a word and became a monk. Ste couldn’t ept it. After being stopped by Grandma Sterling, she kept wiping her tears. “Reginald ran away from home for thirty years. Why did hee back? He ruined this family. Mom, why did you adopt such an ungrateful person? You should have let him die outside.”


    Ste was heartbroken and med Grandma Sterling. The olddy felt guilty and couldn’t refute Ste’s usations. Julian saw this and scolded Ste, “What nonsense are you talking about? This has nothing to do with Mom. If you can’t speak properly, don’t speak at all.”


    “What nonsense am I talking about? Meredith is dead, our son has be a monk, and look at Rowan, so pitiful. Not even a year old and already without a mother.” Ste wiped her tears and said, “I’m worried. I want to go up the mountain to see him.”


    Ste was concerned that Terrence might do something drastic. After Meredith’s incident, Terrence had been too calm. The calmer he was, the more frightening it was. No one knew what he was thinking.


    Grandma Sterling remained silent and didn’t stop her. Ste got up to leave, Julian went after her, and their arguing voices gradually faded away.


    Grandma Sterling stared nkly outside the yard when a soft voice came from the side, “Great-grandma.” The olddy turned around in surprise and saw Little Lucky sitting in her walker,ing towards her. Her chubby little face was still so adorable, capable of healing everything. Her soft voice could melt anyone’s heart.


    “My dear,e to great-grandma.” Grandma Sterling’s eyes filled with tears as she beckoned Little Lucky over.


    Little Lucky slid over in the walker. Now she could say some simple words but still struggled with longer sentences. She was at the stage of learning to talk and walk. Girls develop quickly and learn everything fast.


    Grandma Sterling picked Little Lucky up from the walker, her eyes full of affection. “Rowan, great-grandma is sorry for you, losing your mom at such a young age.” As she spoke, tears fell from Grandma Sterling’s eyes. Understanding Little Lucky reached out her small hand to wipe away the olddy’s tears.


    This small gesture made it even more emotional.


    Grandma Sterling held Little Lucky tightly. From now on, she could only ce her hopes for the future of the Sterling family on Little Lucky.


    With such a significant change in the Sterling family, Harvey often visited Ravenwood to check on Little Lucky and Grandma Sterling. He was shocked but not surprised by Terrence bing a monk.


    Ste went up the mountain but didn’t see Terrence. He refused to meet his family and was determined to devote himself to Buddhism. This left Ste and Julian helpless; they stayed at Park Bridge Mountain for a few days before returning to Auroraville.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Time flew by.


    Auroraville slowly entered winter again, and the originally nned wedding had to be canceled.


    Grandma Sterling came out of seclusion to support the Sterling family.


    Little Lucky grew day by day, gradually leaving her walker behind and learning to say more words. Besides Harvey frequently visiting Ravenwood, Azure also came often.


    Watching Little Lucky grow up made Azure emotional too; how wonderful it would have been if Meredith could see her grow up.


    The Sterling family did not set up a cenotaph for Meredith; eventually, Darcy ced a tombstone for her beside Bianca’s grave at Bianca’s request. Darcy did not return to France but stayed in Auroraville and moved into Chaucer Manor.


    Mrs. Catherine stayed with him; she knew her husband’s wish was to stay on thisnd with Bianca and Meredith’s mother-daughter duo for peace of mind.


    Selene behaved well in prison and received a reduced sentence with opportunities for home visits.


    The first thing Selene did after leaving prison was visit Hya’s grave in the cemetery-a long-desired task she owed Hya.


    There was no photo on the tombstone since John Wilkinson had helped with the burial; it wasn’t convenient to attach a photo. The tombstone bore only one word: Hya.


    Even the person who erected the tombstone didn’t sign their name.


    Selene ced a bouquet of flowers in front of Hya’s tombstone, touching it gently as memories of Hya flooded her mind. “Hya, I’ll see this world for you, live well with your share of freedom.”