The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1414

Chapter 1414: 653 Unlucky_6 Chapter 1414: 653 Unlucky_6 Fourteen years ago, right here, she and Ms.

Parker set foot on the ship that would take them towards the end of their lives.

Fourteen years later, Ms.

Parker had disappeared without a trace and she, on the other hand, had embarked on the journey home.

From the moment Gabriella Linggo set foot off the ship, she had not been able to stop crying.

Peter Aria adjusted his pace to accommodate her emotions, walking slowly and quietly telling her about the changes that Pethkids had undergone over the years.

Josephine Rinto drove over personally to pick them up.

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Seeing that Peter Aria was in a low mood and had brought back a stranger, she wisely stayed silent.

“Let’s go to the hospital first.

Thank you for your help, Dallyn.”

“Dr.

Aria, you’re too polite.

You’re family to miss, serving you is the same as serving her.”

Dallyn risked a glance in the rearview mirror as the car picked up speed on the main road.

“Dr.

Aria, have you seen the miss?”

Peter Aria nodded, “Don’t worry, she’s doing alright.”

Upon reaching the hospital, Peter Aria took Gabriella Linggo for a full-body check-up.

As expected, the results were not good.

Shadows were detected in her lungs and a chest CT scan was immediately conducted.

The expert who reviewed the scan results, a leading authority in the field of respiratory diseases, shook his head as he looked at the images.

“Little Aria, what does the patient mean to you?”

To have Peter Aria personally accompany someone for a check-up, the person must be of significant connection to him.

Peter Aria was not the type to idly waste his time.

Peter Aria furrowed his brows, “Professor, just say whatever you have to say.

I can take it.”

“Alright, I will be frank with you.

The situation isn’t good.

Based on my experience, she is already in the late stages of lung cancer.

If she is admitted to the hospital now, she has at most half a year left.

If she had come earlier, there might have been a chance, but now!.”

The professor shook his head, “This sickness has been in her for too long already.

You see, the lung tumor had begun to spread to the bronchi.

With more time, it would cause severe coughing, blocking the bronchi and affecting drainage.”

“What if surgery is performed?”

The old professor pushed up his glasses, “Little Aria, I don’t believe you can’t see whether or not she can undergo surgery in this condition.”

Peter Aria let his head hang, “Is there really no way out?”

The senior professor stood up and patted his shoulder, “Some ailments are simply beyond the doctor’s help.

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You should come to terms with it.”

Peter Aria exited the consultation room and saw Gabriella Linggo seated on a plastic chair in the waiting area across from him.

Her back was slightly hunched from continuous bouts of coughing.

She sat there quietly, observing the people moving about with a look of curiosity in her eyes.

When she noticed Peter Aria’s exit from the room, she stood up immediately and smiled, “Dr.

Aria, did you know?

Just now, a few nurses were stealing glances at me and trying to find out what my relationship with you was.

Turns out you’re a doctor.”

And a very wonderful and famous one at that.

There was a look of envy and sadness in her eyes.

If only Ms.

Parker were alive, what a happy family of three they could have been with Dr.

Aria.

It seemed as though Peter Aria could read the sorrow in her eyes; he remained silent.

Gabriella Linggo smiled, “Dr.

Aria, no matter the result, please tell me.”

Peter Aria sighed, his voice heavy with sorrow, “I’m sorry.”

Gabriella Linggo gave a relieved smile, “In fact, I had already anticipated this result.

I feel as if a heavy burden has been lifted off of my shoulders.”

“Dr.

Aria, I want to see my sister.”

“Okay.”

Now, no matter what Gabriella Linggo asked for, Peter Aria would be sure to grant.

He took Gabriella Linggo to meet Lidya Linggo.

The sisters embraced and cried until they were both in tears.

Peter Aria leaned against the door, took out a silver lock from his pocket, and cradled it in his palm.

The hammer marks on it had already been worn quite smooth.

“Fanny, tell me, what should I do?”

By evening, Gabriella Linggo emerged from the room, “Dr.

Aria, let’s go to Four Seasons Town now.”

“But your health….”

Gabriella Linggo shook her head, smiling, “It’s okay.

I’ve come so far all these years, I’ve gotten used to it.

Right now, all I want is to find that child, otherwise, I won’t be able to rest in peace.”

Peter Aria drove, taking the sisters to Four Seasons Town.

Stepping onto this path again, his emotions were vastly different from the previous time.

They arrived at Four Seasons Town at eight in the evening.

However, they were met with disappointment.

The door to The Fat Chef was tightly shut, securely locked.

For some reason, a vague sense of unease welled up in Peter Aria’s heart.

The landlady from the opposite side stepped out to empty her wash bucket, noticing the group standing at the doorway.

She took a closer look, “It’s this gentleman again.”

Trying to keep his emotions in check, Peter Aria asked, “Do you happen to know where Aunt Dewey’s family has gone?”

“They’ve gone to a funeral.”

Peter Aria’s heart skipped a beat, “May I ask whose…?”

“The very Aunt Dewey you’re asking about.

She had a fall two days ago and passed away this morning.

The couple took the elderly woman’s casket back to their hometown for burial.

It’s quite unfortunate for you.”

Peter Aria furrowed his brows, “How could this happen?”

Gabriella Linggo asked, “Mister, can you lead the way for us?

We are old acquaintances of Aunt Dewey.

Now that this has happened, we ought to go pay our last respects.”

The owner indeed proved to be very helpful.

He got into Peter Aria’s car to point the way.

Along the way, he tried to indirectly ask about Peter Aria’s relationship with Aunt Dewey’s family, but Peter Aria was not in the mood to respond to his trivial questions.

When they arrived at Aunt Dewey’s house, a white flag had already been hoisted at the entrance.

A coffin was placed in the main room, surrounded by a group of younger generations kneeling in vigilance.

The courtyard in the countryside, open to the wind, causing the white lantern hanging from the rooftop to sway in the breeze.

It was a young girl, who was kneeling at the back, who first noticed the figure standing at the door.

She was a bit timid and immediately screamed, “Ghost!”

Everyone was startled, turning pale with fear.

The woman kneeling in the middle retorted impatiently, “In the broad daylight, where would a ghost come from?”

“Auntie, are you blind?

It’s almost midnight.

Could it be that Grandma has come back?”

“Rubbish, you silly rabbit!

Speak nonsense again and I’ll tear your mouth apart.” As she grumbled and grumbled, turning her head, she was startled by the sight of the man who had just barged in.

Upon a closer look, she gasped, “Is that you?

What are you doing at my house?”

All in the room turned to look at the man who just walked in.

His face was even more handsome than the stars on TV, but paler than a ghost.

In the gloomy vigil, he was somewhat terrifying.

A few of the timid ones even started crying.

Peter Aria first offered some incense to the deceased.

At this point, he had to confront the reality.

He placed a stack of money on the sacrificial table, causing the eyes of those below to almost bulge out of their sockets.

This man was really wealthy.

In rural areas, such a custom exists where cash is given during both happy and sad occasions.

Peter Aria pulled Matilda Wilson aside.

He looked at the middle-aged woman standing in front of him, wondering whether she knew about the events from fourteen years ago.

This was the only clue he had to finding his daughter.

He had no choice but to take a gamble.