The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 949: 453 Clue_2 Chapter 949: 453 Clue_2 Peter Aria placed the remaining few scattered banknotes in the change box, then he took off his wristwatch and put it in the box of change.

“Thank you.”

With the shop owner’s astonished gaze, Peter Aria turned and got into his car.

“Such a generous boss, seems like our Master Aubree Groove is really well-liked.”

The candy man picked up the watch and examined it.

Other than its clean appearance, it looked like an ordinary watch, and he casually put it on his wrist.

“I’ve been needing a watch, so I won’t be polite.”

Jimmy Lewis’ lips twitched, he had seen that watch in a fashion magazine, it was a classic model of a top-tier luxury brand.

A six figure price at least.

Even with money, it’s not easy to buy.

Aside from being a member, the status and identity of the buyer would be evaluated, only after approval would they have the privilege of purchasing it.

But Dr.

Aria gave such a valuable thing away so casually.

It really hurt his heart!

He had the urge to rob the candy man.

Albeit Lidya Linggo didn’t know how much the watch worth, but Dr.

Aria’s stuff, would definitely not be cheap.

She thought the candy man was quite lucky, and decided to try and buy it back when she had the chance.

However, it shows that Master Aubree Groove must be very important to Dr.

Aria.

Peter Aria admired the pile of candy figurines in his hand and carefully packed them in the strange gaze of Madon Linggo, fearing of breaking any corners.

“Dr.

Aria, Ms.

Aubree is really popular in Four Seasons Town, people here worship her as a goddess.”

Lidya Linggo couldn’t help but sigh.

She pointed to the mountain shrouded in clouds and fog in the distance.

“That is Whitehead Mountain, it was famous when I was a child.

There is a famous female master on the mountain who has amazing medical skills, villagers from nearby villages prefer her over any doctor, and I never thought Ms.Aubree would be her disciple.”

What a destiny.

Peter Aria and Madon Linggo both looked up towards Whitehead Mountain.

After leaving Four Seasons Town, they thought the journey would become smoother, but then they spent over half an hour on a rural dirt road, bumpy and dusty, a total backwater area.

Upon seeing a large pottery vat by the roadside, Lidya Linggo straightened up excitedly.

“Here we are, we’ve arrived.”

As the name suggested, Silard Village was named because of the big pottery vat at the entrance of the village, which has a well-known story attached to it.

Lidya Linggo found her house at the end of the village, and couldn’t help but cover her mouth and cry.

The two rooms with broken tiles are on the verge of collapse.

The desolated walls of the courtyard and the eroded wooden door, the garden was overgrown with weeds, taller than a person, the air was full of desolation.

“Lidya?

Is that you?” An old granny with a basket of vegetables in her hand, hunched her waist at the door.

It seemed she couldn’t believe her eyes and took a few more steps forward to have a closer look.

Lidya Linggo recognized the person and thought for a moment, “Auntie?”

The disbelief was hidden in every wrinkle on the old granny’s face: “Is that really you, Lidya?

You’re still alive?”

“I’m still alive.” Lidya Linggo rushed over and hugged the old granny tightly.

“Lidya, we all thought you died, why didn’t you come back all these years?”

The two women clung to each other weeping, it was a heartrending sight.

Madon Linggo walked around the house, broke the rusty lock and took a look around the room.

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The room was full of mice, the furniture was badly weathered and became the nest for the mice.

There was a family photo hanging on the wall.

After wiping off years of dust, in the photo, besides a pair of kindly middle-aged couple, there were twin sisters with braided hair.

The girls had identical faces, softly beautiful.

One was lively and spirited, the other was quiet and gentle.

A hand reached out, took down the frame, and removed the photo.

A hot tear fell on the photo.

Lidya Linggo clung onto the photo and knelt on the floor sobbing.

The old granny sighed and came over to help her up.

“As long as you’re alive.

Where’s your sister?”

Lidya Linggo was sobbing and gasping for breath.

A clean handkerchief was held out to her.

The owner of the handkerchief had a pair of very beautiful and long hands.

Lidya Linggo took the handkerchief: “Thank you Dr.

Aria.”

Peter Aria gently pat her on the back, providing silent comfort and strength.

Lidya Linggo wiped her tears and took a deep breath.