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Chapter 1049:
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After a moment filled with emotion, Curran declared, “I wish you both every happiness.”
Fernanda and Cristian nodded together. “Thank you.”
Curran had experienced his daughter’s wedding, but he found himself unexpectedly emotional witnessing Fernanda marry his grandson. It struck him that nothing in the world mattered more than the happiness of his family.
He affectionately clapped Cristian on the shoulder and moved aside. The ceremony unfolded beautifully with vows, the exchange of rings, and a kiss that elicited cheers and applause from everyone present. As Cristian held Fernanda and watched the joyous crowd, he sensed his life was now complete.
Their honeymoon was planned for the following summer, with their first destination set for Zhota, a place Cristian had suggested and Fernanda had readily agreed to.
For her, it held cherished childhood memories. For him, it was a place he had spent years of his life. To both, it was somewhere deeply meaningful.
Visiting Hiram’s grave was followed by Cristian’s unexpected detour to Greenwillow.
The village had transformed; the old, deteriorated houses had been replaced by sleek, modern structures. The once narrow, dusty roads were now broad and paved.
What astonished Fernanda most was a villa with a lush garden standing on the spot of Cristian’s childhood home, a building long demolished yet now reconstructed as it once was.
The resemblance to the original was uncanny.
Yet, the ambiance was entirely different.
The previously gloomy and lonely house, rumored to be cursed with its dark hallways and rusty gate, was now vibrant and inviting. Ivy adorned the walls, and the garden bloomed with vibrant flowers, creating an image that merged the warmth of summer with the freshness of spring.
As they drew closer, a figure turned to them.
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Time had not obscured his features. Fernanda gasped, her hands covering her mouth. “Mr. Bernard?” It was Lennon, her lifelong mentor.
He set aside the watering can he was holding and approached with a warm smile. “I was overseas during your wedding and couldn’t attend. Is it too late to offer my best wishes for your marriage?”
Fernanda shook her head and affectionately took his arm, just as she had done as a child.
The villa presented itself as a cozy haven, adorned with warm tones that truly made it feel like home.
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