From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 801: 400 Retribution_3

Peter Aria was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. He had a lean figure and a neat demeanor. His hair was trimmed impeccably, his features were refined, and his eyes sparkled. No wonder he attracted so many women; he indeed had enough charm to do so.

No one could tell from his face or figure that he was already in his late thirties. He could easily pass as a university student by carrying a backpack.

Virginia Frost remembered him in his youth— a romantic figure that rivaled thousands of distinguished women in Lostswa, and even now, he remained as he was.

That wretched woman did have an eye for quality; she chose the best one.

“Aubree Groove was the back I admired the most. She originally had a bright future ahead of her but because of you, all of it was destroyed. Dr. Aria, do you dare to say you hold no responsibility?”

The man shook his head with a laugh. “It was an accident, not a murder. Nobody wants to see such an incident. If Madam insists on blaming me, should I consider it as a vengeful action from Madam?”

Virginia Frost narrowed her eyes. “Revenge? Peter Aria, you’ve taken an innocent life.”

“Madam is overstating things. I must reiterate that it was an accident. As a law enforcer, you must know the difference between an accident and an intentional killing.”

Virginia Frost suddenly smiled. “Peter Aria, my mother and Madam Aria were close friends. Our families, Frost and Aria, were acquaintances for generations. Tell me, what kind of grudge exists between us?”

“Madam knows it very well.”

Virginia Frost slightly raised her eyebrow. “Ah, I remember now. You’re still resentful of me for breaking up you and Xi from back then. After all these years, you’re still single. Are you waiting for Xi… People as devoted as you are truly rare in this world…”

Peter Aria sneered. “Stop pretending Madam. Fanny, where is she actually?”

Virginia Frost smiled. “Fanny? Are you referring to my assistant? She’s at the door. Fanny, come in. Dr. Aria wants to see you.”

“Enough.” Peter Aria slammed his palm on the table, suppressing rage in his eyes.

“Fanny Parker, Nikita Parker, where have you hidden them these years?”

Virginia Frost casually stroked her temples. “So you were referring to them. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

She let out a sigh, “Fanny was just a mere actress back then. She’s fortunate to get your attention. Sadly, Madam Aria disapproved of her and absolutely wouldn’t let her into the Aria family. You should be asking your dear mother about this. How did you end up questioning me instead? What kind of logic is this?”

“Virginia Frost, stop pretending. Aren’t you tired of this? My mother changed her attitude towards Fanny due to your manipulations. She’s your own sister. Is this how you honor your father by acting this way?”

“Don’t bring him up.” Virginia Frost’s face darkened abruptly.

“Her own sister? Does she even qualify? She’s nothing more than the illegitimate child that Phoebe Parker had outside. He was lifted from the depths of society by my mother, but instead of being grateful, he betrayed her, and had a child with another woman. Tell me, don’t they deserve to die?” Virginia Frost spoke carelessly, her tone embedded with a mocking humor.

However, her deep-seated hatred, lingering for years and already enmeshed in her bones, lay beneath each word and sentence.

“Justice naturally inhabits a man’s heart—I only want to know, where is Fanny?”

“She’s dead.”

Peter Aria’s pupils contracted abruptly, his jaws clenched, the light in his eyes flickered.

“You killed her.”

Af firmed, not questioned.

Virginia Frost smiled slightly. “So what if I did? What difference would it make, Peter Aria? Are you going to seek revenge for her?”

As if thinking of something, the smile on Virginia Frost’s face deepened.

“Do you know? She was pregnant at the time. However, I can’t be sure if it was your child. Such a poor child to have been born to such a mother…” Her tone carried a touch of sorrow.

“Virginia Frost!” Peter Aria’s hands clenched into tight fists. His eyes were locked onto Virginia Frost, the burning hatred in their depths akin to raging flames.

Virginia Frost smiled even more gently. “Peter Aria, I did this for your own good. A woman of such humble origins is not worthy of you. If you choose to hate me because of this, there’s nothing I can do.”

The woman’s helpless smile seemed to suggest that she had been bitten for showing kindness, a lamentation of the unjust touching her heart.

Peter Aria took a deep breath, suppressing his impulse to tear the woman before him to pieces. He spoke coldly. “As one sows, so shall one reap. Virginia Frost, your retribution will come.”

Virginia Frost smiled. “Really? Then considering how many good deeds Aubree Grove did, how everyone proclaimed she was an incarnation of Buddha, yet she died an untimely death—I suppose I should be interpreting this as she was a sinner in her past life and was repaying debts in this one?”

“Do you even deserve to be compared with Aubree Grove?”