Chapter 1459: 661 is waiting for to find her_5 Chapter 1459: 661 is waiting for to find her_5 Peter Aria returned to The Arias, paying a visit to Madam Aria first.
Upon seeing Peter Aria, a faint smile broke through Madam Aria’s usually stern face.
“You finally deed it fit to co see this old woman.”
“Mother.
It’s my fault for neglecting your feelings while I’ve been running about these past few months.”
Peter Aria decided not to tell Madam Aria about the child, so as not to get the old woman’s hopes up for nothing.
“I miss that child Aubree Groove…
I wonder when she will return.”
Madam Aria sighed.
To outsiders, she claid that Aubree had gone abroad for further study, yet she had received no news and not even a phone call.
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How could Madam Aria not be worried?
“Recently, I have been dreaming about Vanessa.
She asked to take good care of her daughter.
But I am too ashad to face her.” Madam Aria said, tears streaking down her old face.
To be honest, Peter Aria didn’t even know if Aubree was still on Beverley Island.
Once things were settled here, he planned to go there again.
It wasn’t right to force the kid when her ties to kin and affections were so shallow.
“Mother.” Peter Aria observed Madam Aria’s expression: “Are you hiding sothing from ?”
Madam Aria held Peter Aria’s hand: “I have wanted to talk to you for a while.
I’ve been waiting for your return.
Now that you’re back, please don’t leave again.
Your family needs you.”
Peter Aria nodded: “Say it, Mother.
I’m listening.”
Madam Aria told Peter Aria everything that had happened during The Ghost Festival in full detail, sharing with him the secret that the Daniella Royal Family had concealed for three centuries.
She had learned her lesson from the matter concerning Nikita Parker.
There was to be no more secrets kept from her son.
As Peter Aria listened, it all sounded more and more outrageous; it was all so absurd.
“Mother, it’s the 21st century.
Praying to Buddha is one thing, but you have even delved into feudal superstitions.
What is this about a Buddhist Woman, isn’t this a joke?”
Madam Aria frowned, firmly patting his back: “Shut up, you must show respect to Buddha.”
“Let tell you, this is not a superstition.
Don’t make conclusions about what you do not understand.
There is karma and retribution is inevitable.
These are the forces of taphysics.”
“The Daniella Royal Family has guarded this secret for more than three centuries, not for you to ridicule.
You too, have Daniella blood flowing in your veins.”
Peter Aria touched his nose: “I’ve learned my lesson.” However, deep down, he still didn’t agree with her.
“According to you, the prophecy left by Master Keats rcer says that the Buddhist Woman must have Daniella bloodline, so Charlotte Aria can’t be the Buddhist Woman.”
Everyone in The Arias knew that Charlotte’s father, Matthew Aria, had been adopted by Madam Aria.
Charlotte Aria had no connections to the Daniella Royal Family.
Madam Aria sighed: “That’s why I suspect it’s a conspiracy against our family, The Arias.
I asked Charlotte about it, but she insisted she knows nothing.
However, I feel there is sothing fishy about this.”
Peter Aria thought for a while: “Does anyone else know about this secret?”
Madam Aria said: “I’ve been thinking about it these past few months, and indeed, there is soone – Charmaine Dankworth.”
Peter Aria had no impression of this person: “Who is she?”
“Her ancestors were the chief eunuch of Emperor Moon of Martial.
They were later executed by Emperor Moon of Martial.
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I don’t know whether the secret of the Daniella Royal Family was leaked.”
The more Madam Aria thought about it, the more suspicious it beca, “The first ti I t her at Manplatte Temple, I felt sothing wasn’t right.
It just happened that the Ancient Lotus blood at that ti, with Charlotte following at my side.
Maybe all of this was orchestrated by her.”
“If it’s a human conspiracy, doesn’t it an that the story of the Buddhist Woman is a hoax?”
Madam Aria shook her head: “No, it’s real.”
“You don’t need to worry about this, Mother.
I will investigate and find out the truth.
I won’t let Charlotte be manipulated by others.”
As Peter Aria left Madam Aria’s room, Charlotte Aria was waiting at the door.
She looked happily at Peter Aria: “Uncle, you’re back.”
Peter Aria nodded faintly: “You’ve been through a lot in these months when your uncle was not at ho.”
His gaze fell on Charlotte Aria’s wrist, where a string of white Bodhi Seed Buddhist beads hung – each bead was smooth and exquisite, setting off the young lady’s tender wrist, creating a beauty reminiscent of frosted snow on a pale wrist.
“Why, Uncle, we’re family, saying that makes it sound so distant.”
“I heard about The Ghost Festival affairs from grandma, what do you think about it?”
Peter Aria quietly looked at the young lady in front of him.
Charlotte Aria paused, giving a bitter smile: “What can I do?
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