Chapter 179 His Shackles

• Conrad had an utterly frustrating meal, barely eating before heading to the ancestral hall instead.
• Inside, aside from the long line of Brown family patriarchs, there were also the portraits of the deceased women of the family.
• His gaze fell on a black-and-white photograph—her long hair elegantly pinned up, a lily tucked behind her ear. Her smile remained eternally gentle, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness.