The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 You Are Not One Of Us

Chapter 77 You Are Not One Of Us

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It reminded him of long ago, after a bombing raid, in the ruins, a girl whose face he couldn’t quite remember had reached out and held his hand.

“She didn’t leave me behind this time either,” Julius murmured under his breath.

“What was that?” Fabian asked, snapping out of his daze.

“Nothing.” Julius replied calmly.

Still, his right hand curled slightly, as if refusing to let go of the sensation. The more she stayed with him, the more he found himself unwilling to let her go.

Clutching the cremation urn, Quinn stepped out of the mansion and called a taxi, heading straight for the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. That day, she was there to bring her parents‘ ashes and arrange for their memorial tablets to be placed.

From that day on, their names would sit beside her grandparents‘ and all the Bridger ancestors in that hallowed space.

The car soon pulled up outside the ancestral hall. Quinn stepped out, still holding the cremation urn tightly. Looking at the Bridger family’s ancestral hall before her, she felt a quiet surge of pride.

Above the doorway hung a plaque carved from ebony, etched with four golden characters: The Bridger Family’s Ancestral Hall.

On either side, elegant couplets read: Respect the martyrs and protect the descendants.

The atmosphere was reverent and dignified. Quinn’s eyes grew misty. This was the same hall her grandfather once protected with his life.

Just as she was about to enter, someone blocked her path. “This is the Bridger family’s ancestral hall.

Outsiders aren’t allowed inside.”

“My name’s Quinn Bridger. I’m from the fifth branch of the Bridger family. After my parents passed, it was arranged that their ashes would stay here for three days, and memorial tablets would be made for them,” she explained.

“The fifth branch?” The staff looked confused. “But… isn’t the fifth branch gone?”

“We’ve been living in Jexburgh for a long time. Before I came here, I spoke to my Uncle Maddox on the phone. He knows the situation. Could you have him come out?”

Upon hearing this, the staff responded with a touch of awkwardness, “He had to step out for today.”

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In reality, Maddox had gone to play poker, a fact well known among the staff. But they certainly couldn’t mention this in front of Quinn/

“What? He’s not around?” Quinn was taken aback.

“I’ll try to get in touch with him.” Just as the staff reached for his phone, another voice rang out.

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Chapter 77 You Are Not One Of Us

“Uncle Maddox isn’t around today, so I’m in charge. If there’s anything, talk to me.”

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Quinn turned to see Marley walking over, the same woman she’d seen at the restaurant the day before. Several familiar faces followed behind her.

The staff breathed a sigh of relief. “Ms. Marley, this woman claims to be from the fifth branch. She’s here to place a cremation urn and set up memorial tablets.”

“From the fifth branch?” Marley raised a brow, looking Quinn over with open contempt. “Everyone knows the fifth house is long gone. The Bridger family’s ancestral hall isn’t a place some random stranger can just waltz into!”

“If that’s the case, the family registry will show it,” Quinn replied evenly.

“The family registry?” Marley scoffed. “You think our family registry is something just anyone can access? Who do you think you are?”

“The Bridger family’s family registry are available to all members of the family,” Quinn said.

“Ha! You seriously think just because your name is Bridger, you’re one of us?” The scions flanking Marley burst into laughter.

“Yeah, there are plenty of Bridgers in Yarburn. Doesn’t mean they’re part of the Bridger family!”

“Look at you, just because you’re named Bridger, you think you belong here. You even want to bury your parents in the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. What a joke.”

Ignoring them, Quinn calmly addressed the staff. “Could you contact Uncle Maddox? He can confirm everything.”

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