The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1040

Chapter 1040 1 Had a Dream 

A strong gust of wind howled, resonating with the squawking crow as leaves fluttered through the air. Not a single cloud was spotted in the expansive sky. 

The relatives stood in dumbfounded silence. They could hardly believe what they had witnessed. 

“There really is a cremation urn! But how did it end up here? Isn’t this layout supposed to bring success?” 

The relatives whispered among themselves, apparently shocked by the scene unfolding. No one noticed that Declan’s expression had turned grim. 

Fabian was the first to react. Clutching the dragon cane, he staggered forward to take a closer look. “Is this um…” he started anxiously. 

“It was taken from the Quinnells‘ memorial hall,” Wynter calmly replied as she supported Fabian. 

Worried that the revelation might worsen Fabian’s health, Wynter had sent him a message beforehand. Even so, she couldn’t shake off her distress. 

As she tapped on Fabian’s first–aid acupoints, Wynter added loud and clear, “It belonged to Grandpa 

Gordon.” 

Fabina was stunned by the revelation. His voice tinged with horror as he exclaimed, “That can’t be! You’re lying, aren’t you? His ashes are securely stored in…” 

Fabian suddenly halted as his gaze shot toward the figure standing behind. “You did this, Declan! You stole Grandpa’s urn from the memorial hall and buried it here! What are you scheming?” 

“Stop with the accusations, Fabian! How can you be so sure that this urn belongs to Grandpa ?” Declan 

countered. He adamantly denied any possibility that the cremation urn belonged to Gordon. 

“We’ve seen his urn before. It’s undoubtedly his!” Fabian insisted with a hoarse voice. 

“As you said, we’re the only ones who’ve seen Grandpa’s cremation urn. If you insist, I have no choice but 

to concede.” Declan casually looked away shamelessly. 

With no solid evidence, Declan intended to brazenly talk his way out of the allegation. Unbeknownst to him, Wynter had a trick up her sleeve. 

She didn’t gather the group for nothing. Besides, she could make good use of Kolton, who claimed to be a “genius cultivator“. 

“I’m curious, Mr. Pennington. Are cultivators familiar with the concept of mediumship?” Wynter directed her question to Kolton. 

Noticing Fabian’s feebleness, Wynter instructed Albert to support their grandfather before calmly continuing, “I’m sure everyone must be swirling with questions–just how on earth did I discover the 

cremation urn?” 

Though the kinsfolk weré indeed baffled, they kept their puzzlements to themselves. Upon hearing Wynter’s words, they exchanged confusing glances. 

That’s because I dreamt about him. I dreamt about Grandpa Gordon. He told me to find him when dawn came.” Wynter explained as she locked eyes with Kolton. 

The superstitious relatives instantly felt a shiver running down their spines. Did Gordon really send a message to Wynter in her dreams? 

“That person has been dead for a long time, hasn’t he? How did he send a message through dreams, then?