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Chapter 1039

"Missus Neal, is the wooden box holding my mother's ashes?" Alexander's voice trembled as he gazed at the wooden urn on the memorial altar.

Teresa Neal nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's the young lady's ashes."

"Mother, please wait a bit longer. I'll bring you home with me," Alexander murmured, bowing r
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