From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1629

Chapter 1629: 705 Extra Episode 1 Forgetting the Past and Present_4 Chapter 1629: 705 Extra Episode 1 Forgetting the Past and Present_4 On the day of the award ceremony, Peter Aria stood on the stage, facing the cameras broadcasting live around the world, holding the trophy in his hand, he spoke in a calm and composed voice, “I am Aubree Groove’s father, my name is Peter Aria.”

“One day she stood before me and said, dad, I hope you can help me.

I hope to lessen the suffering and disease in this world, and bring more happiness and peace.

She dedicated herself to this goal, spending sleepless nights in the lab, eating only bread and water for lunch to save time, waking up at five in the morning to visit the library to research a vast amount of resources.

When she returned home, it was usually late into the night….”

As Peter Aria said this, his voice choked up, and the audience, both those in the hall and those watching the broadcast, had tears welling in their eyes.

“Such great honor and achievement were earned through her tireless hard work.

Even if she were standing here now, she would only say that it’s what she ought to do.

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Yes, a girl who has kindness carved into her bones, that’s my daughter.”

“But alas, she has gone to a distant place.

I miss her every moment, but I know…

I’ve lost her forever….”

“But I believe, she is always by my side, as if she never left.

She would be the cool breeze on a summer night, the clouds drifting in the sky, the snow landing on my shoulders….”

“She is always here, she has never left.”

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“Brother, that man is still outside the temple door, and he won’t leave no matter what.” Douglas Groove looked helpless.

“Why is he so persistent?

I’ve already told him that Master isn’t seeing anyone anymore, but he refuses to believe.

It’s been more than ten days now, if he keeps it up, I’m afraid his body won’t be able to take it.”

Oliver Williams rose from the meditation cushion, “I’ll go take a look.”

Oliver came out from the side door and walked around to the main gate.

He saw a man kneeling on the steps outside the temple.

He sat with his back against the column, a picture of desolation.

It was early February; the Great Cold had just passed, and the chill was at its extreme, a quickly exhaled breath would instantly freeze.

The man was only wearing thin clothes, and there were already signs of frostbite on his bare hands, but he remained oblivious, staring blankly towards the temple gate as if he had turned to stone.

Oliver shook his head, “Benefactor, why must you do this?”

The man jolted at the words, and immediately threw himself towards Oliver.

He stumbled and fell hard onto the steps, stiff from prolonged sitting.

Oliver Williams stepped forward, “Benefactor….”

The man rolled on the ground but didn’t even furrow his brows.

He quickly stood up, his black eyes devoid of any spark, only a faint hint of light flickered like a flame about to be extinguished by the slightest breeze.

“I know she’s in the temple, can you take me to meet her?

Master Oliver Williams.”

There was a desperate hope in the man’s eyes, as if denying him would extinguish the last bit of life in his eyes.

Oliver Williams, having meditated for many years, had found serenity within.

Yet, in the face of this man’s desperate love, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, such passionate love was rare indeed.

Oliver Williams put his palms together, looking compassionate.

“Benefactor, your bond with her has ended, it would be better to let it go and not be obsessive.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The man suddenly went mad and violently grabbed hold of Oliver’s robe.

Douglas Groove, behind them, was scared out of his wits.

This man was simply a madman.

Oliver Williams remained calm, looking straight at the man.

“Everything in this world follows the law of cause and effect.

The bond between you two has ended, there’s no longer any possibility.

If you don’t let go soon, you fear generating inner demons, and then there will be no turning back.”

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was visibly in a state of painful struggle.

“I…I just want to see her one more time.”

Oliver Williams shook his head, “Obsession will ultimately turn into an inner demon.

Benefactor, it’s better to let go early, and stop waiting foolishly.”

Having said that, he turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he turned back to look.

The man was still standing in place, as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

Oliver thought for a moment, sighed reluctantly, “Flowers bloom and leaves fall, reunion and parting are inevitable.

Forget the past and the present, sever the paths of saints and mortals, between heaven and earth, and so on, reincarnation is upside down.

With all kinds of hardships, if you forge ahead, you will succeed.

Benefactor, take this advice to heart.”

Having said that, he left.

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew, so strong that one couldn’t open their eyes.

Oliver shielded his eyes with his sleeve, his robe was rustling in the wind.

In a short while, the storm passed, and everything was calm.

Oliver started counting on his fingers as if calculating the days.

At that moment, the setting sun cut through the thick clouds, shedding strong sunlight that was intensely dazzling.

“Brother, look at the horizon!” Douglas Groove’s excited voice sounded beside him.

Oliver Williams looked up, following the direction of Douglas’s pointed finger.

Purple clouds were swirling at the horizon, gradually gathering toward the setting sun.

The purple clouds guarded the setting sun, and the colorful sunset glow spread across the horizon.

The sight was stunning and magnificent.

Oliver Williams, facing the direction of Manplatte Temple, put his palms together, his demeanor was more solemn than ever before.

Anton Cook stared at the purple sunset glow in the sky in a daze.

Such a magnificent spectacle, but his eyes were filled with an unmelting melancholy.

He could clearly feel something stripping away from his soul.

“Dong….”

The drum of dusk echoed, reverberating between heaven and earth.

The sound of the drum lingered, the purple light shrouding the horizon, unable to compete with the light of the sun and moon.

It was the Light of Nirvana, unparalleled by any light in this world.

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