?Chapter 1045:


    Here cradled in her arms was her lineage—her parents. Flesh of her flesh, blood flowing from their blood, the very source of her existence. With her precious burden still embraced against her chest, she gradually ascended to a standing position.


    Noah observed her transformation, his unwavering gazemunicating a depth of solidarity that transcended the need for speech.


    They pivoted andmenced their departure from the deste hill, leaving behind only disturbed earth and unanswered questions. Their arrival had been marked by urgency, but their exit bore the gravity of recovered memories that anchored each deliberate footfall.


    They navigated back through the towering grass toward the manicured expanse of the primary cemetery grounds, two silhouettes merging with the darkness.


    The attendant remained stationed at the gate, his patient vignce rewarded by their reappearance.


    Upon glimpsing their approach—and the objects clutched in Sadie’s possession—he stiffened, rooted to the spot.


    His eyes dted with recognition when the moonlight revealed the objects—two urns nestled protectively in Sadie’s embrace.


    Curiosity visibly washed over his features, but the grave intensity emanating from the couple’s expressions silenced any impending inquiry.


    These visitors hardly resembled customers seeking to purchase a burial plot. Instead, they bore the unmistakable aspect of those reiming what was lost—yet the back hill housed nothing but abandoned, forgotten graves.


    Noah advanced, deliberately cing his body as a shield between Sadie’s vulnerable form and the attendant’s probing gaze.


    Wordlessly, he extracted another substantial bundle of bills from his pocket and extended it toward the man.


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    The attendant’s hand reached out reflexively, fingers registering the substantial heft of the unexpected payment.


    He lifted his gaze questioningly, only to encounter Noah’s unflinching stare—a wall of resolute silence.


    No further exnation was necessary.


    The night’s mysterious proceedings transcended the attendant’sprehension, drifting into realms he dared not contemte. These enigmatic visitors, shrouded in purpose and grief, hadpensated him generously for his discretion.


    Certain matters, his instincts warned, warranted deliberate blindness—best left unseen, unheard, and buried in silence.


    Safeguarding this surprising fortune superseded any fleeting satisfaction curiosity might provide.


    He bobbed his head in hurried acknowledgment, then stered an expansive, eager grin across his faceplicity sealed in the exchange.


    “I didn’t see anything, and I don’t know anything. My lips are sealed,” said the attendant, sounding sure of himself. Noah gave a short nod.


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