The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 966: 459 Before_1 Chapter 966: 459 Before_1 “Master Aubree Groove, I really don’t know how to express my gratitude, you’re a great benefactor of our family.”

Matilda Wilson was about to kneel on the ground as she spoke.

Aubree Groove quickly helped her up, “Madam Capris, this is what I ought to do, take good care of your mother-in-law.”

With that, he turned and left the room.

Matilda Wilson glanced at her sleeping mother-in-law, and swiftly followed him out.

Peter Aria stood in the courtyard, tall and aloof, radiant and pure.

Aubree Groove was fondling the silver lock in his hand with a somewhat absent-minded look.

When Matilda Wilson saw the silver lock, she said “ah” in surprise.

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“This silver lock is really well-made, I think I have seen it somewhere?” Matilda Wilson looked puzzled.

Peter Aria was startled and abruptly turned to look at Matilda Wilson.

He strode over, his gaze locked intensely on Matilda Wilson, making her somewhat anxious.

“Dr….Dr.

Aria, why are you staring at me like that?”

An oppressive aura radiated from the man’s body, making it hard for Matilda Wilson to catch her breath.

Trembling, Matilda Wilson said, “There are probably many silver locks of this style.

I might have forgotten where I saw it…”

Obviously, this answer did not satisfy Peter Aria.

Once again, he took a step closer, his sharp eyes closely fixed on Matilda Wilson’s face, not letting any changes in expression slip by.

“This silver lock was made to order, and there’s no replication on the market.

Think carefully, when exactly did you see a similar one?”

Matilda Wilson murmured, “Let me think…

let me think.”

“Matilda Wilson,” Lidya Linggo approached and said, “we came to Four Seasons Town today precisely to inquire about two people.

If you have any clues, you must tell us.”

Matilda Wilson promptly replied, “I have already told you everything I know.”

Lidya Linggo glanced at Peter Aria and noted his somewhat agitated state, she took the initiative to ask, “Thirteen years ago, during a night with heavy snowfall, did you see two women?

One who looked a lot like me and another one, a ravishingly beautiful pregnant woman who was about to give birth.”

Matilda Wilson was shocked, “Thir…thirteen years ago?”

Peter Aria’s eyes tightened abruptly, quietly observing.

“This…

this is too far back in the past, I can’t remember.”

Matilda Wilson suddenly changed the subject, “Master Aubree Groove, you came back after such a long time, why don’t you stay for a few more days before leaving?

Everyone misses you, they would be delighted to know you are back.”

Aubree Groove stood in the shadow, “Alright.”

Matilda Wilson clapped her hands in excitement, “That’s great!

The guest rooms upstairs are empty, I’ll make the beds now.”

Aubree Groove stopped her, “Madam Capris, Brother Yang was injured and has just been taken to the hospital.

You should go and check on him.

I’ll take care of Granny here, don’t worry.”

Matilda Wilson slapped her forehead, “Look at my memory, I almost forgot about Old Yang.

I’ll go to the hospital right away.

Clydie, go and prepare the beds for Master Aubree Groove and Dr.

Aria.

Take out my finely stored silk quilt, and on the lowest shelf of the closet, there are two brand new duvet covers.

Fit them onto Master Aubree Groove’s bed.”

Matilda Wilson hastily issued these instructions before rushing off.

As soon as she left the house, the tears started uncontrollably flowing down her cheeks.

She had been concealing her strength, that day a great trouble arose in her family, her most cared for nephew committed such a treacherous act, almost causing her whole family’s destruction.

She truly felt betrayed, how could she possibly be indifferent?

“Big brother, I failed you…”

Although she wanted to help Norman Capris, everyone had to bear the consequences of their choices.

Norman Capris had strayed off the right track, and this was his retribution.

Wiping away her tears, she seemed to remember something and her expression gradually turned serious.

She thought about the familiar silver lock, thirteen years ago…

again, thirteen years ago.

Matilda Wilson quickened her pace and shook her head, throwing the mess of thoughts to the back of her mind.

Clydie’s scalp tingling and her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, “Master Aubree Groove…

I’ll go and prepare your bed.”

She turned and ran as she finished speaking, as if fearing some ghost is chasing after her.