The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 886: 432 Worry_2 Chapter 886: 432 Worry_2 “This hasn’t been confirmed yet, but we have learned from a retired waitress from The Frosts that thirteen years ago, Ms.

Parker was indeed staying at The Frosts’ house for a while.”

Peter Aria seemed to recall something and abruptly asked, “Sergeant Linggo, is the servant you’re referring to Gabriella Linggo?”

Madon Linggo wasn’t surprised by Peter’s question.

During his investigation, he had discovered that recent inquiries had been made secretly about the same incidents, and he had suspected that Peter was behind these inquiries.

But only now, when Virginia Frost was in trouble, did he have the courage to bring it out into the open.

“No, it was a maid named Delvina.

Aside from the housekeeper, The Frosts had four maids at the time.

Your Gabriella was one of them.

The Frosts’ household was strict and each servant had their own duties.

If they violated any rules, the consequences were severe.

Delvina, along with another maid, took care of the kitchen while Gabriella did the cleaning.

According to Delvina, Gabriella had stolen Madam Frost’s jewelry and run away thirteen years ago, but an investigation showed that it was actually Gabriella who had run away from The Frosts with Ms.

Parker.”

After the incident with Gabriella, Virginia replaced all the servants in The Frosts.

The other two maids had died within the span of ten years.

Delvina, the only surviving maid, was mentally unstable, and Madon had to put in a lot of effort to get information from her while she was lucid.

Peter Aria’s pupils constricted sharply, “Where did Gabriella go?”

Madon Linggo responded, “Don’t worry Dr.

Aria, let me explain slowly.”

Madon Linggo took out a tablet and opened a video on it.

It was a surveillance video.

“This is from thirteen years ago, a surveillance video inside a train station.

Dr.

Aria, can you identify if the woman in this video is Ms.

Parker?”

Peter Aria, his fingers trembling, took the tablet.

The footage was from a very long time ago and the image was blurry.

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It depicted a bustling train station, filled with people.

Through the vast crowd and across the span of more than a decade, he instantly recognized a hurried figure in the frame.

The figure was cloaked in a black cape, with a hood hiding her head, hurriedly walking with her head lowered.

Her face wasn’t visible and her body shape was completely concealed by the cape.

But Peter Aria was sure, it was Fanny.

The surveillance video was only a few seconds long.

After accelerated processing, the figure with her head down hurriedly walked and bumped into someone at a corner.

Her hood fell back, and even the vague pixels couldn’t conceal her stunning appearance for that split second.

She was about to fall when a pair of hands reached out just in time to catch her waist.

The figure also revealed her protruding belly.

Peter Aria’s gaze suddenly sharpened, his hands holding the tablet tightened, and veins bulged on his hand.

Observing the man across from him, Madon Linggo couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The past events were not very complicated upon close inspection.

Fanny was already eight months pregnant when she ran away from The Frosts, and was about to give birth.

It was evident who the child’s father was.

If one could pardon Virginia Frost’s revenge against The Rintos, what she did to Nikita Parker was cruel and perverse, to say the least.

“So this is, Lostswa station?” Peter Aria quickly snapped out of his grief and asked coldly.

The video was time-stamped: November 15th, 12 years ago.

“Dr.

Aria, I’m not sure if you remember, but thirteen years ago on this day, it was Ms.

Aria’s birthday.

Madam Aria threw a grand banquet for Ms.

Aria, who had just returned.

Madam Frost was also on the guest list.”

The small princess of The Arias, who had been missing for many years, had returned.

On Ms.

Aria’s birthday, Madam Aria hosted a grand banquet, announcing the princess’s return to society.

On that very day, he was on the other side of the globe, feeling utterly defeated.

“After Madam Frost left The Frosts, Gabriella managed to find an opportunity to help Ms.

Parker escape.

However, it wasn’t long before the housekeeper of The Frosts discovered their escape and started pursuing them with a group of people.

At the train station, Ms.

Parker met someone who saved her.”

Madon Linggo pointed at the frozen image on the screen, with a hand around the woman’s waist.

Despite the poor pixel quality, one could vaguely make out that it was a beautiful pair of hands: slender and white, exuding an elegant grace regardless of their state of motion.

Madon Linggo’s gaze involuntarily fell on Peter Aria’s hand.

Just like the hands of a pianist, the hands of a top surgeon needed to be insured.