Chapter 73 Someone Like You Does Not Deserve To Love
Chapter 73 Someone Like You Does Not Deserve To Love
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Still, she wasn’t one to poke into things she had no business knowing. “Got it,” she said simply. “Anything else I should know?”
“That’s it. Get your things unpacked. If you need anything, just ask the butler.”
With a nod, Quinn entered her room, carrying an urn in one arm and dragging her luggage behind her. The bedroom was enormous and overwhelming.
It had the opulent charm of a bygone era, decorated in a soft, romantic Ferundian style, with lavish furniture, velvet curtains, and embroidered carpets.
Quinn blinked again. It was definitely not her taste. She preferred clean lines and simplicity.
Since it was just a temporary stay, Quinn didn’t mind too much about the setup.
The room was right next to Julius‘, which really did make it easier for her to keep an eye on him. She set the cremation urn down on a low cabinet nearby, then pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
She was contacting the people at the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. She had already spoken with them earlier, confirming the timing for placing the ashes and setting up the memorial tablet. Now, she was just calling to double–check everything.
The ashes would be placed in the ancestral hall for three days, with the memorial tablet installed in their honor. After that, they’d be moved to the Hero’s Memorial Garden in Yarburn.
Someone on the other end picked up quickly. “I’m Quinn Bridger from the fifth branch’s seventh family. We’ve spoken before. I’m back in Yarburn now, and I plan to bring my parents‘ ashes to the Bridger family’s ancestral hall tomorrow…”
According to family tradition, the ashes would remain at the ancestral hall for three days before burial.
“All right, Quinn, right? Come by tomorrow,” the person responded.
After hanging up, Marley, who had been walking alongside Maddox, Bridger, the one who took the call, turned to ask, “Uncle Maddox, who was that on the phone just now?”
“Oh, a girl named Quinn. She’s from the fifth branch,” Maddox answered.
“Fifth branch?” Marley paused, a bit puzzled. “I thought that branch was already gone?”
“There’s still one daughter left from the fifth branch. Her name’s Quinn.” There was a trace of sorrow in Maddox’s voice. “To be honest, that branch has had it rough. Now it’s down to just her. She said she’s coming to the ancestral hall tomorrow to place her parents‘ ashes there for a few days, and then she’ll set up their memorial tablet.”
Marley’s eyes sparkled faintly. “Are you going to meet her in person, Uncle Maddox?”
Though they didn’t have much to do with the fifth branch and had drifted apart over the years, there was still that shared lineage between them.
“Well, we are all part of the same family line. Of course, I should go. Otherwise, it just wouldn’t be right.”
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“How about I go instead?” Marley suggested.
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“You?” Maddox was clearly surprised. Marley was the darling daughter of the main branch. She usually only showed up at the ancestral hall for major rituals or family events. Plus, she didn’t even know Quinn personally.
“Yes,” Marley said casually. “Some of my friends have been wanting to see our ancestral hall. I figured I’d take them tomorrow, and while I’m there, I can meet Quinn too. Didn’t you say you play poker every afternoon? This way, you won’t have to skip your game.”
Maddox chuckled. “Oh my, look at our little Marley all grown up and helping her uncle now. All right then, I’ll leave it to you to host Quinn tomorrow.”
The third branch wasn’t particularly skilled or accomplished. Most of their livelihood came from annual dividends handed out by the main Bridger family. Their main job was overseeing reception duties at the ancestral hall. For someone like Maddox, who was addicted to poker and couldn’t go a day without it, the role was a perfect fit. When Marley volunteered, he was more than happy to pass the task along.
Marley grinned. “It’s the least I can do.” But behind that smile, a cold glint flickered in her eyes.
Quinn, was it? Well, she’s in for a surprise tomorrow.
Back at the Whitethorn residence in Yarburn, Julius stood at the far end of the third–floor corridor. To his side was the very room he’d warned Quinn never to enter. On the wall at the corridor’s end hung a towering oil portrait–twice the height of a man.
The painting featured an astoundingly beautiful woman in an ornate gown, wearing an emerald bracelet— the very heirloom passed down through the Whitethorn family. She exuded an otherworldly grace.
But once, in a moment of fury, that same woman had hurled the emerald bracelet to the ground.
“I don’t want anything from the Whitethorn family. Let me go. I want out of here. I want to leave this place behind! Insane, all of you Whitethorns are insane!”
And over time, like a flower stripped of sunlight, she began to wilt, slowly losing all life and color.
Just before she died, she had clutched his hand tightly. Her voice trembled with despair. “You are his son, and you will go mad like him. So you must not fall in love! Do you hear me? You must not! Because someone like you doesn’t deserve to love!”
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