Evelyn slowly approached Sonya's portrait, her pale, slender fingers gently caressing Sonya's cheek. In a hoarse voice, she murmured, "Mom, it's me, Evie. You had risked your life to save me. I'm here to see you." Hearing these words, Sally could no longer hold back her tears. They once again streamed down her cheeks. "Sonya, it must be your blessing, helping us to find Evie. Don't worry. We'll take good care of her. Rest in peace." Sally handed Evelyn a small bouquet, her voice choked with emotion. "Evie, place these by Sonya's picture, and ask her to bless you and your child with peace and safety." Evelyn took the bouquet. After kneeling in front of the portrait, she arranged the bouquet in a nearby vase. Then, she brought her hands together in a brief prayer. As she prepared to rise, Warren knelt beside her, his expression solemn as he gazed at Sonya's portrait. "Aunt Sonya, thank you for trusting me and betrothing Evie to me before she was even born. We are now marri
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