The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018 Eternal Regret 

Axel and his men watched the scene unfold with a sense of eerie fascination. On 

dissipated, they wouldn’t remember any of this. 

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formation 

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Wynter wasn’t worried about any negative consequences, so she continued moving until she reached the boundary between the formation and the real world. 

Suddenly, Celestial Dragon spoke, “There’s something buried here. It’s not good, but it’s related to you.” 

Related to her? Wynter didn’t fully understand, but she didn’t hesitate. She immediately started digging. 

Wynter’s movements were swift, and after digging about seven inches deep, she uncovered a paper talisman. This talisman wasn’t like the traditional ones but was used for calming spirits. 

As Wynter dug deeper, she realized she was no longer within the formation but in a spot in the real world. It seemed like the backyard’s water source with pebbles. 

Beneath the three talismans, she found a cremation urn. She picked it up, and before she could take a good look, the ashes from the newspaper were carried away by the wind. 

Wynter’s gaze turned icy as she looked at Celestial Dragon. “Are these ashes related to me?” 

Celestial Dragon nodded, still sensing the surroundings. “The resentment was strong before but is now 

fading.” 

Wynter realized the reason Declan received the Quinnell ancestors‘ protection wasn’t merely because he was in the family registry. He had been using Gordon’s ashes to anchor the formation and draw energy. 

But who could have stolen Gordon’s ashes from under Fabian’s watchful eye? 

Realization dawned on her. Fabian wasn’t the head of the family when Gordon passed away. Everything 

clicked into place. 

The ashes enshrined in the Quinnell family memorial hall might belong to someone else entirely. 

This was Gordon’s eternal regret -while he could tolerate not being home, he could not accept helping the Foplyanese destroy his country’s energy. 

Wynter’s heart ached when she thought about how Gordon had sacrificed so much for the new Cascadia, only to be exploited after death. 

“I’m taking you home,” Wynter whispered, holding the urn tightly. The southern sky brightened completely, indicating the formation’s imminent dissolution. 

Wynter was serious about destroying the formation. She turned to Axel and said resolutely, “Mr. Zenfeld, I need your help to find a child. He’s five years old and dressed as a little cultivator.” 

“You mean our little scouts!” Axel remembered the children well, especially the little ones. He wouldn’t let 

them go hungry. “He’s over there.” 

He pointed to his usual lookout spot, where a small, skinny boy with one eye closed looked up at Wynter. 

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