?<strong>Chapter 811:</strong>


    Some whispered that Redemption Church held the key to peace and blessings—that sincere prayers could ensure a lifetime of peace for one’s family.


    After Adrian’s discharge, they climbed the church steps hand in hand, each step a prayer, each movement a promise to face life together, no matter the obstacles.


    At the foot of the stairs stood their friends and family, their faces glowing with happiness and contentment, sharing in the love and peace of the moment.


    Joelle stood before the towering statue of Redemption Church, her head bowed in solemn prayer. “May we have this day every year, and this moment every year.”


    Adrian looked at her, his gaze soft and full of affection. “I’m not that greedy. I just want to grow old with you, Joelle. Never to be parted.”


    When Katherine saw Joelle and Adrian praying so earnestly, she pulled at Shawn’s sleeve and said, “We should join them and pray too.”


    Lily tugged at Ferris, her eyes bright with excitement. “Let’s go!”


    The four of them quickly made their way up the steps, filling the Redemption Church with their energy.


    The church was alive with movement, the air vibrant with a sense ofmunity.


    Bobby, however, was unfazed. “They’re just following the crowd. I don’t believe in any of this.”


    Fannie, standing beside him, moved forward with a thoughtful look. “I’ll go pray too, hoping for a big leap in my career next year.”


    Bobby’s difort was evident. “Really? Is that all you ever think about?”


    Fannie gave him a sharp nce. “What else should I think about?”


    “You ungrateful girl.” Bobby stepped forward, walking briskly ahead of Fannie.


    His thoughts were singr. All he wanted was for Fannie to feel more for him.


    He wanted her to crave his presence, to be consumed by her need for him.


    He wished for nothing more than that. Surely, that wasn’t too much to ask for.


    With winter break approaching, Allie and Rafael arrived with Lucas in tow.


    Lucas, ever curious, tugged at Rafael’s sleeve. “Dad, I want to go see too.”


    “Alright, let’s go.” Rafael smiled, lifting Lucas effortlessly with one hand.


    Allie quickly wrapped her arms around Rafael’s other arm. “I want to go too!”


    Rafael had no choice but to hold her hand as they walked up the stairs.


    At the top, Can couldn’t help but smile as he saw the area already filled with people.


    Leah had brought the children along to join in, while Michael remained where he stood, quietly watching.


    “Won’t you go pray?” Can asked with a grin.


    “No,” Michael replied, his voice calm. “I don’t have any wishes.”


    Can chuckled. “Really? Even though I’m getting older, I still have wishes. You’re young; you should have plenty of goals.”


    Michael let out a dry chuckle, stepping on a dry twig. “Can, what is it that you want?”


    “I’m getting old. I’ve started to fear death. All I want now is good health.” The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, Michael didn’t speak. Can’s mind wandered to Lacey, the woman he had lost so many years ago.


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