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    Thiago shivered at her words, having assumed the incident was more recent. Had Nyomi kept the truth from Harlee to spare her from worrying?


    Patrick, listening in, felt his spirits sink even further. He wanted to honor Nyomi’s memory, but Rhys was swamped with work and likely couldn’t join them.


    By the time Rhys emerged, everyone else was prepared to leave for Sunnydale, where Nyomiy at rest.


    Rhys raised an eyebrow. So, they really hadn’t included him?


    Feeling a bit excluded, Rhys approached Harlee.


    “In two weeks, the Happer family is expected to act. Are we prepared?”


    Rhys had uncovered those behind the Happers. He’d learned of Errol’s n to unleash a biochemical attack in two weeks, aiming to enrich and elevate the Happer family in Uwhor.


    Harlee’s eyes remained unfazed.


    “Yes, I’m waiting for Errol to make his move.”


    With half a month at her disposal, she felt ready to manage the Swain family’s issues in Winbrough before confronting Errol and N. Even if pressed for time, she could delegate someone from Ind to handle the situation. She was eager to see if Errol’s tactics would live up to the efforts she had invested. Rhys, overwhelmed with work, was unable to join the others in Sunnydale to honor Nyomi.


    Nevertheless, he made a point to meet the Swain siblings and formally introduced himself before their departure.


    Robbie and Thiago each piloted a Jeep, traveling five hours from Winbrough to reach Sunnydale’s entrance.


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    Harlee observed the worn sign and muddy path at the vige entrance, her expression contemtive.


    Virginia apologized, “Harlee, I’m sorry about the state of our vige. We’ll have to leave the cars here.”


    “It’s no trouble at all. We find a walk fascinating,” Robbie chuckled, standing nearby.


    The trio efficiently unloaded all their gear from the cars, handling the weight effortlessly, as if the items were mere cotton.


    Virginia watched, astonished by their strength, which surpassed that of the local farmers.


    Ulises, puzzled, tried to make sense of Harlee’s eclectic group of friends.


    “Let’s go,” Harlee prompted softly.


    The group advanced into the vige, with Robbie and Thiago warmly engaging the locals, seeming more like residents than Virginia and Ulises.


    The vigers enthusiastically gathered around Harlee, leading her to Nyomi’s home, as Virginia had introduced Harlee, saying, “This is Ms. Sanderson, whom my grandmother frequently mentioned.”


    Noticing Harlee’s poprity, Robbie approached Virginia and asked quietly, “Hey, Virginia, why is everyone so fond of Harlee? Has she been here before?” Virginia, waving back at the vigers, turned to the trio and exined with patience, “After my grandma returned, she spoke of Ms. Sanderson every day. Everyone grew curious. Once they realized she was the one my grandmother praised, they all wanted to meet her.”


    Robbie nodded thoughtfully, understanding the depth of Nyomi’s praise for Harlee without needing further exnation. He had once heard it himself and had been astonished for quite some time.


    Thiago and Jianna shared this insight, so all three nodded when Virginia mentioned the vigers’ eagerness.


    Indeed, anyone unfamiliar with Harlee would be curious to meet the “angel” Nyomi described so fervently.


    After nearly an hour’s walk, they reached Nyomi’s house, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. The sight was unexpected—Nyomi’s home was a fragile, weather-worn mud house, noticeably the most dpidated in the vige. Considering Nyomi’s vibrant spirit and her lifelong service to Sk, the contrast was stark.


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