In the end, Anya still showed up at Azure Bay—using “coming to thank Andres” as her excuse.
To avoid setting him off, she started by explaining that she really had tracked down the Shadow Healer’s movements, but she hadn’t found a way to contact them yet.
Then, afraid Andres would press for details, she hurriedly changed the subject.
“I heard you’re interested in an old Morales property,” Anya said. “If you want to buy it, I can ask my dad what price he’d take.”
That, finally, got Andres’s attention.
“The old place,” he asked. “Where is it?”
Anya gave him the exact location.
As Andres listened, his brow furrowed.
He hadn’t made his interest public. Only a few close friends even knew he’d been considering it.
And the irony? The person who’d suggested the purchase in the first place was Father Moreno.
Right after Andres’s father died, the priest had offered him a few pointed pieces of advice.
The White family had money and history, but even old dynasties could decay. Compared to a century ago, their influence was already thinning.
Father Moreno had once warned that, within three generations, the White name would start to fade.
The Hart family was the obvious example.
If their luck hadn’t turned—if their foundations hadn’t cracked—Landon Hart would’ve been one of the most powerful men in Aethelburg.
Instead, the momentum died. The Harts had been shoved to the back of the line by newer, hungrier families.
Father Moreno had said if Andres didn’t want the Whites to follow the same path, he needed to get his hands on the Morales estate.
It was more than a century old, and a previous owner had paid a fortune to have it “blessed”—the kind of story people told about a house that seemed to bring money wherever it went.

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