Chapter 924

Those who had passed away would never return, leaving those who were still alive to live in hatred. "We won't hope for forgiveness from the Manchester family. I'm only doing this in the hope of repenting for our sins, even if just a little." After replacing the candles, Mayra sat quietly with Beatrice for a while. Beatrice chanted rhythmically while Mayra remained quiet. She didn't feel annoyed by the atmosphere. Instead, a rare sense of tranquility washed over her. The hall dedicated to the candles was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. It was soothing and calming. As she inhaled the fragrance, Mayra began to feel drowsy. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when sleepiness overtook her. Just as her body started to tilt to the side, she felt herself caught by a strong, steady hand instead of the expected pain from a fall. At that moment, Beatrice opened her eyes in the middle of her prayer. "You arrived without making a sound," she said, shaking her head with a m