The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1052

Chapter 1052 Even a Strong Wind Can Rise From Flat Ground 

As the clouds dispersed, layers of halos formed in the sky. 

Maurice didn’t understand why, so he asked Kolton, “Kolton, is a great sage about to 

manifest?” 

“Not a great sage.” Kolton turned his gaze to the cremation urn held up by the Quinnell family. “It’s a soul who performed great deeds in his past life.” 

In the distant sky, even the crow watched the scene. 

Gordon had spent his life in commerce, saving the country and its people when he 

was alive. He deserved such auspicious signs.. 

He shouldn’t have been buried in an unmarked grave and deceived by traitors! 

Wynter had gone to the past, so she understood better than anyone else that Gordon’s life deserved to be honored in this manner. She was going to welcome 

Gordon home! 

She wanted him to see that those who tried to divide the Quinnell family and sell out 

the country for honor would face no good end. 

Wynter didn’t have grand ambitions. All she wanted was for Gordon’s spirit to rest in 

peace. 

As leaves beside the formation rustled, Wynter gazed at the distant glow of light. 

Suddenly, a memory of her conversation with Gordon surfaced. The conversation 

she had in the formation with him was from a different era. 

Back then, only Wynter and Gordon were in the study. He was like an eager child as he peppered her with questions. His face lit up with joy when he heard that everyone. 

would have access to education and food in the future. 

Wynter still remembered the calligraphy hanging behind Gordon. 

It was a line from a poem by a renowned poet, Eason Byron, “Even a strong wind can 

rise from flat ground, and I will ride the wind for thousands of miles!” 

Gordon Quinnell deserved all the beauty in this world, and even more so, he deserved to witness the present world with his own eyes. 

Resurrecting a spirit wasn’t a hard task for Kaspar. 

Even with just a trace of the remnant, Wynter could see the faint figure of an elderly man as she looked up. He was smiling with tears in his eyes as he waved as if to say that he could finally rest in peace. 

Wynter felt a lump in her throat. She glanced sideways at Albert, who was visibly 

shaken. 

“Wynter, just now, was that…” 

“It was Grandpa Gordon,” Wynter whispered. “He wanted to see you, too.” 

As long as the siblings held the cremation urn up together, they could see their 

ancestor’s remnants. 

Albert, who had always been a stoic man of few words, found his eyes welling up 

with tears. He stood tall, his handsome face etched with determination. 

“Grandpa Gordon, rest assured that the Quinnell family is in our hands. My brothers and I will take good care of Wynter.” 

Albert did not believe in ghosts or spirits, yet at this moment, he made a solemn oath 

in the presence of something unseen. 

Kolton watched this scene and remarked from a distance, “With such ancestral