From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1244: 562 Struggle (one more update)_1 Chapter 1244: 562 Struggle (one more update)_1 Pindo Rinto was accustomed to living carefree in Pethkids, with the townsfolk fearing and adoring him.

He never expected the newcomer to be stubborn.

“Master Iver had prepared two plans at that time.

If Mr.

Drake proves to be sensible, there would be peace between us.

On the contrary,…”

Butler Rinto shook his head.

Aubree Groove squinted: “Ms.

...

Parker?”

Butler Rinto’s pupils contracted slightly in surprise: “You know?”

Aubree Groove’s gaze was cool: “I need to know the truth about what happened that year.”

Butler Rinto wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, “Things were quite chaotic that night.

Neither of Master Iver’s plans were put into action.

Ms.

Parker ran away on her own, which angered Master Iver greatly.

He missed the best chance to manipulate Jayden Drake and decided to take drastic measures later.”

In plain words, they were all lowdown tricks, but against someone honorable like Jayden Drake, they worked the best.

“What’s Ms.

Parker’s background?”

Butler Rinto thought for a moment and said: “Master Iver has a habit of collecting beauties.

He didn’t personally enjoy it but mostly handed them over as gifts.

I am not sure about Ms.

Parker’s origin.

Considering Jayden Drake’s sophisticated background, an average beauty wouldn’t bewitch him.

So Master Iver ordered his subordinates to find some stunning women.

Ms.

Parker was one of the women found among the common folks.

Things got messy that night, and I didn’t see her.

By the time I received the news, she’d already run away.”

“Run away?”

“Yes, she ran away.

Master Iver sent people to look for her afterwards, but she was no longer in Pethkids.

After Jayden Drake’s death, Master Iver, who did not like to deal with women, dropped the topic.”

Although Pindo Rinto was despicable, he never harmed women or children and never forced himself on a woman.

That is something to be admired.

“Who were the attendees that night?”

Butler Rinto, though puzzled, revealed truthfully: “All of Pethkids’ celebrities and wealthy merchants were present.

Fast forward through twenty years, some have gone bankrupt and disappeared, and others have climbed the social ladder with wealth in the billions, like Digby Hart.”

Aubree Groove was taken aback: “Digby Hart?”

Butler Rinto said: “Yes, Digby Hart.

At the banquet that year, he was an entrepreneur seeking investment opportunities everywhere.

Who could have imagined his status today.”

Aubree Groove rubbed her temple.

Agave Rinto asked with concern on the side: “Are you alright?”

Aubree Groove shook her head: “I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let Virginia Frost hurt you again.” The man’s tone was firmly resolute.

Aubree Groove gave him a deep look and moistened her lips: “It’s getting late, I’ll go up to rest.”

Agave Rinto watched Aubree Groove’s figure disappear at the building entrance, his eyes deep and profound.

“She still doesn’t trust me.”

“Master McKay.” Butler Rinto walked over: “What does the Mistress mean?”

Agave Rinto called out: “Finnian Moore.”

Finnian Moore quickly walked in.

“Master McKay, the Mistress went to the market with Milana Alvarez today.

They met Verine Hayes there and had lunch together at her place.

They met Charles Benz in a tea house in the afternoon.

As for what they discussed, I don’t know.”

Agave Rinto squinted his eyes: “Investigate any connection between Verine Hayes and the banquet nineteen years ago.”

She suddenly showed interest in the events from nineteen years ago.

What was she up to?

“Master McKay, a representative from the Merchants Association is here for a visit.” Butler Rinto walked over with a received phone call.

Agave Rinto smirked: “Who’s the current chair of the Merchants Association?”

“It’s Digby Hart.”

Upon recalling Aubree Groove’s abrupt silence at the mention of Digby Hart, Agave Rinto wondered about the role he played at the feast nineteen years ago.

“Digby Hart will never yield to me.

It seems they’re having internal conflicts.

Well then, I’ll reluctantly pay them a visit.”

Butler Rinto understood: “I’ll take care of it.”

——

A piercing scream erupts within the hospital room, grating painfully on the eardrums.

Nurses passing in the hallway and the neighboring patients were accustomed to it by now.

Xenia Groove stared at the handful of hair in her hand, feeling completely numb.

“My hair…my hair….”

She desperately tried to fix the fallen hair back onto her head, only to watch helplessly as they fell ruthlessly onto the floor like tattered leaves in the wind, scattered far away by a gust.

After several dialysis treatments, her hair falling out in clumps.

Every day, while battling the disease, she also had to endure immense mental strain.

She was on the brink of collapse.

The door to the hospital room opened, and Verine Hayes entered with a tray of food, her heart aching at the sight of Xenia Groove huddled in a ball, hugging her knees.

“Bella, are you hurting again?

I’ll call the doctor.”

Xenia Groove was silent, lifeless.

Tears streaming down her face, Verine walked over and held Xenia tightly, “Bella, be good.

When you get better, you can go home with mom.

We will live a good life, be good people, things will get better,” she consoled.

“Mom, I’m so tired.” Xenia muttered weakly, her voice filled with despair.

She felt surrounded by darkness, standing on the edge of a cliff.

Maybe once she jumped, she would be free.

“Is this punishment for all the bad things I’ve done?

If so, end it quickly.

Don’t torment me like this, I’ve had enough.”

Every word she uttered was like a knife to Verine’s heart.

“Bella, I should apologize.

Don’t worry, I will save you.

You are so young, if there must be retribution, let it be upon me, not you.

You must be okay.”

Xenia lay in Verine’s arms, motionless except for her faint breathing.

She felt numb, as rigid as a corpse.

At this time last year, she was the most dignified and gracious woman in Pethkids.

Now, her life was in shambles, neither alive nor dead.

Amid her pain, she often thought of her past self, bold and proud, as if her future was in her hands.

Had she ever thought this day would come?

If this was the consequence of stealing the fortune meant for the true Groove heir, she couldn’t accept it…she refused to believe it was her doing.

This was all fated.

She was a victim too.

Why was she being singled out for punishment by the heavens?

She couldn’t accept it…

Xenia felt a surge of resentment, her fists clenched, her dead eyes flashing with a trace of deep resentment.

This unjust destiny, she would fight it till the end.

——

“Aubree, I had some of the hotel’s old staff investigated.

The events were long ago and most don’t remember, but a few who are still active might match your requirements.”

Charles Benz sent over a list of names.

Aubree opened it, and the first name that jumped out was a familiar one.

Digby Hart.

“That banquet was really strange.

Every time I mention it to my mother, she acts as if it’s taboo.

I had to pay off one of the hotel’s retired staff to get the information.” Charles explained.

“Thank you.

I’ll treat you to dinner later.”

“Alright, remember you owe me a meal.

Can I bring a friend along?” Charles was delighted.

“Of course, but…” Aubree’s tone shifted.

“This matter from nineteen years ago ends here.

Remember not to dig any deeper, as if I had never asked you about it.”

Charles raised his eyebrows, his voice playful.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any interest in this type of thing.

Well, need to get to class now, see you.”

Aubree ended the call and stared at the list of names Charles had sent, falling deep into thought.

Just as she was thinking, her phone rang.

Checking the caller ID, she picked up.

“Aubree, your elder brother has returned.

He didn’t manage to meet you the last time so he asked me to call you over and have dinner.

There’s dumplings your elder brother made himself – not everyone gets to taste them.

It’s your lucky day.”

“Okay, I’ll go right now.”

Aubree hung up, changed her clothes, and left.

When Aubree entered the main hall of the Harts, Digby was wearing an apron and making dumplings.

Mr.

Hart was listening to the radio, and smiled cheerfully when he saw her.

“Ah, my girl is here!”

Digby laughed.

“Well, don’t just stand there.

Come over here and let your big brother take a look at you.”

Aubree walked closer.

Digby shook his head.

“You’ve grown taller again.

You’re giving your big brother a lot of pressure.”

Aubree washed her hands, sat down and started making dumplings, “They’re vegetarian?”

“Of course, how else would I make you come?” Digby winked.

“Has elder brother been busy lately?” while Aubree packed dumplings at a leisurely pace, her dumplings were beautiful, looking like pieces of art.

That kind of casual attitude was something no one could imitate.