Chapter 518: Chapter 518
"Who are you..." Seeing the two men standing outside the door in their impressive police uniforms, Auntie Zhang spoke with confusion and then turned back to look at the lady of the house, Ariana Evans, who was still leaning on the sofa, eyes closed, massaging her temples.
"Is this Ms. Ariana Evans’ home? We are the police!"
One of the officers showed his identification, his expression stern.
"Ah, yes, it is." Auntie Zhang became somewhat flustered and turned her head hurriedly, "Madam, the police comrades are here for you..." Before Auntie Zhang finished her sentence, the two officers had already walked past her into the lobby. Ariana opened her eyes, lifted her gaze doubtfully, "Police comrades, is there something you need from me?"
"Ms. Ariana Evans, you are suspected of an intentional murder from thirty years ago, please come with us to assist with our investigation."
A buzz sounded in Ariana’s mind, and she moved her lips hesitantly, "Police comrades, you must be... mistaken."
"We’ll find out if it’s a mistake at the police station." One of the officers sneered coldly; the curve of his lips carried a clear mockery. Seeing that Ariana was still sitting without moving, he reminded her sternly, "Ms. Ariana Evans, please cooperate with our work!"
Ariana slowly stood up, "Please wait a moment, I’ll change my clothes and come down." Original content can be found at novel•fire.net
Just as Ariana turned around, the two officers exchanged glances and promptly followed behind her towards the staircase, "You..." Ariana, supporting herself on the handrail, exhausted in body and mind from the pressure of public opinion these days, unable to eat or sleep well, her sallow face no longer had the sharpness of the past.
"I’m sorry, please do not make it difficult for us." Their tone was formulaic, yet unmistakably unyielding—an officer experienced in arrests, to prevent the suspect from escaping or committing suicide during the process of apprehension, thus staying close at hand.
"Alright," Ariana nodded, a bitter smile seeping from the corner of her lips, never had she thought that after being shrewd for most of her life, she would capsize in the gutter at this moment.
The two officers followed Ariana into her room and watched as she put on a coat, "Yolanda, what happened?"
On the big bed, Julian Zane leaned against the headboard, the man who once exuded vitality was also listless.
"It’s nothing, the police comrades need me to assist with an investigation on a few matters." Ariana smiled and, before leaving the room, she thought for a moment and came to the bedside, pulled up Julian’s blanket, her drooping gaze hiding the emotions in her eyes, her lips perpetually curved in a slight smile.
"Yolanda..." Julian furrowed his brows and called out, grasping Ariana’s wrist. Ariana, while pulling the blanket, paused her movement, and then gently brushed off Julian’s hand with her other hand, raising her gaze to meet his. In their mutual gaze was an emotion only the two of them understood.
Ariana laid her hand on Julian’s face, curving her lips into a smile, saying, "Julian, thank you for everything over these thirty years, my life as Ariana Evans... has been worth it."
After finishing, she released her hand, turned around, and left with the two officers.
Julian raised his hand towards the retreating back of Ariana and called out, a man in his fifties suddenly old with tears streaming down his face.
Being taken for questioning by the police at this sensitive time, the couple knew very well what it was about.
That incident, it seems it can no longer be concealed.
Back then, the Zane Family did not pursue the matter due to compelling difficulties; otherwise, they would not have lived quietly for so many years.
"Yolanda!" Julian called out once more, then spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into unconsciousness.
Titus Zane returned to the villa with Nathan Moore, and as soon as their car stopped in front of the mansion, Aunt Liu was already waiting at the door.
Seeing the two men get out of the car, she hurried over, "Sir, your wife... she’s inside."