The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1415
Chapter 1415: 654 Landa_1 Chapter 1415: 654 Landa_1 “Fourteen years ago?
Why is everybody asking about what happened fourteen years ago?” Matilda Wilson grumbled.
Peter Aria’s piercing gaze riveted on Matilda’s face.
“Who else asked you about it?”
“I don’t know.
Just yesterday, yesterday a group of people suddenly stormed into the hospital looking for my mother-in-law.
But my mother-in-law can’t even speak now.
I suspect she was scared to death by them.”
Matilda Wilson felt frustrated recalling the incident.
...
Those people looked menacing.
She didn’t dare to call the police.
They ejected her from the patient’s room upon arrival.
She had no idea what they discussed with her mother-in-law, though she overheard the phrase “fourteen years ago.” Fearing their fierce bodyguards, she dared not pry too much into their conversation.
This group of people appeared without a trace and disappeared just as swiftly.
When she returned to the patient’s room, her mother-in-law was entirely mute, and she was gone by midnight.
The whole matter felt eerily strange no matter how she thought of it.
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A few months ago, she met this refined and handsome man, who had also asked about the events fourteen years ago.
She didn’t think much of it at the time, but upon closer thought now, wasn’t he here because of her mother-in-law?
What exactly happened fourteen years ago?
Peter Aria’s eyebrows were furrowed in thought.
“You don’t recognize that group of people?”
“Mr.
Aria, are you joking?
I’m just a country woman.
It was my first time seeing such important figures.
They were as intimidating as the formidable mafia bosses on TV.
I felt as if they would gouge out my eyes if I dared to look at them more closely.
How could I dare to do so?”
“How many people were there in total?”
“Five people in total.
The leader was a handsome young man with…
blue eyes.”
Gabriella Linggo, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly interrupted with a question: “Did he have an accent when he spoke?”
Matilda Wilson nodded.
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, I recall that his accent was quite strong.
I initially assumed he was from the northwest, but upon reflection, he seemed to be not fluent in Mandarin.”
“Thank you, Matilda Wilson, for sharing the truth.
You weren’t home on the evening of November 22nd fourteen years ago, right?”
Matilda Wilson grumbled, having to recall a specific day fourteen years ago was a considerable challenge for her.
As she was wracking her brain, Gabriella Linggo reminded her, “There was heavy snowfall that day.
It’s rare to see snow of that magnitude in Pethkids.”
“Ah, I remember now.
My sister-in-law was in labor at the time, and I went to my parents’ house to help with the confinement period.
It was just my mother-in-law home.”
Gabriella Linggo politely said, “Sorry for bothering you today.
We will express our gratitude properly another day.”
Matilda Wilson stared at Gabriella Linggo and suddenly exclaimed, “Aren’t you…
aren’t you…?”
Smiling, Gabriella Linggo replied, “My name is Gabriella Linggo, the woman you met was my sister.”
“Oh, so they were looking for you that time,” Matilda realized.
Gabriella Linggo raised an eyebrow.
“Fourteen years ago – are you sure you never saw me, Matilda Wilson?”
Shaking her head, Matilda Wilson answered, “No, I haven’t.”
After leaving, Matilda Wilson returned to the mourning hall.
It was almost midnight, and the younger family members had given in to sleep.
Her sisters-in-law and cousins had long disappeared to slack off somewhere.
The hall was left desolate.
The stack of money that was on the offering table had vanished.
Matilda Wilson mocked, “So, in the end, it was me, your least favorite daughter-in-law, who kept vigil for you?
People shouldn’t play favorites.”
“Good heavens, you left me a big problem.
What should I do?”
It was late at night.
The woman’s prattle in the mourning hall was drowned out by the sobbing northern wind.
“Mr.
Aria, what’s your take on this?”, Gabriella Linggo asked as they left the Yang’s house.
Peter Aria’s brows remained furrowed.
“What could be the identity of those people?
This is what stupefies me.”
Aunt Dewey was just an ordinary woman.
The only thing special about her was that she acted as a midwife for Nikita Parker fourteen years ago, took the child when Nikita Parker handed the child over, and was the only one who knew of the child’s whereabouts after Nikita Parker and Gabriella Linggo vanished.
Besides Peter Aria, who else could be looking for this child?
Could it be Virginia Frost?
Her power had collapsed, and she had been kidnapped by a mysterious force herself.
Could it be…?
Peter Aria suddenly conceived a possibility: That the mysterious force had learned of this secret from Virginia Frost’s mouth and sought to threaten him with this secret for their unspeakable plans.
It was at this moment Peter Aria realized he seemed to be trapped in a giant web.
The fact that the other party had arrived here before him showed they had been tracking all his moves.
What horrifying force could this be?
