Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 469

The deliveryman gave a polite bow before hurrying away, but at the very last moment, he couldn’t help sneaking one last glance at the lavish row of villas before him.

The Steeles—now that was true wealth and grandeur.

Once he’d turned the corner, Hanley finally looked up, his eyes flashing with something sharp—greed and malice—before he strode off down the drive.

“What do you both think?”

As soon as the courier was out of sight, Pearl closed the front door and turned to her parents.

The moment the package arrived, along with all its unspoken messages, the two elders—who had always been cheerful and full of life—seemed to age years in an instant. They leaned on each other for support.

Her mother gave a weary sigh. “After all these years, Frieda must have suffered more than we know out there.”

Her father’s expression was stern, but there was a flicker of longing in his eyes. “She insisted on marrying that penniless good-for-nothing, even though her brother and sister-in-law were dead set against it. I could tell from the start, that boy was no good.”

Pearl offered a gentle smile, trying to soothe their worries. “From what the courier said, it sounds like Frieda’s doing alright. Maybe she just misses us. Don’t read too much into it, please.”

Her mother’s face darkened, her shoulders slumping. “She’s been away from the family for so long. If she ever finds out her brother is gone…” Her voice trailed off, heavy with sorrow.

Her father gently wrapped an arm around his wife, rubbing her shoulder in comfort. “It’s been years since we lost touch, and we don’t even have her address. There’s no sense in being upset now.”

Her mother buried her face in his chest, saying nothing more.

Sadness lingered in the air, settling heavily in Pearl’s heart.

“If you both really want to see Frieda, the address is right here. We could go find her—see for ourselves how she’s doing now.”

Pearl stepped forward, scanning the label on the parcel, her tone hopeful.

The room fell into a hush.

Her parents exchanged a long, uncertain glance. But in the end, longing for their daughter won out over hesitation.

“Pearl, write down the address and the phone number,” her father said quietly, dabbing at his wife’s cheeks with his handkerchief. “Look at you—aren’t you a bit old for tears? Frieda’s fine, nothing’s happened to her. Let’s go home.”

Her mother sniffled and followed them in silence, trailing behind as they returned to the largest house on the property.

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