Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 1534 Will He Wake

"I understand," Arielle answered. "I'll make her pay the price for this."

"What are you planning to do?" Vinson asked.

Arielle narrowed her eyes and declared, "I'll find the evidence and punish her for her acts."

She was not going to let the queen mother off.

Regardless of who she was, as long as she had committed a crime, Arielle was going to make her bear the consequences.

"Okay," Vinson replied. After a pause, he continued, "What do we do with the body? Dad said he wants to find a good place to bury her."

Arielle was touched when she found out what Dylan was planning for her funeral.

"He must be upset, isn't he?" Arielle muttered.

She had not dared to let her father in on the plan, fearing that he would not put on a good enough show and hence ruin the plan.

When Vinson thought about the way Dylan reacted, he affirmed, "Yes, he was very upset. It was as though he aged a few years in seconds." Arielle grew silent for a moment.

For the time being, she could not reveal the fact that she was still alive. If she did, her prior efforts would go to waste.

"Try to talk to him more often. Tell him that he still has Aaron and get him to focus on finding Aaron instead." Arielle had already found out about Aaron falling off the cliff. All she hoped at that moment was for her father to prioritize the search for Aaron. That way, Dylan would not be too upset about her death.

"Okay. It isn't convenient for me to investigate the queen mother..." Right as Vinson said those words, Arielle replied, "Leave it to me."

With their newfound clues, it was much easier for her to investigate the matter.

Once the call ended, Arielle opened the laptop that Harvey had bought for her and began looking into the queen mother's background information. The next day, in a wooden house on a small island...

"Grandpa, say, will he wake up?" An eighteen-year-old girl was curiously asking her grandfather as she looked at the man on the bed.

"It'll depend on his fate," said the old man who looked like he was in his sixties.

The old man had done his best by treating the young man's wounds and feeding him medicine. It was up to fate whether or not he was going to make it.

"I wonder what happened to him. Why does he have so many wounds?" the girl said, feeling sorry for the injured man.

"Why would you care about that? Head back if you have nothing to do. Why are you still sticking around at an old man's place." Although the old man was saying harsh words to drive his granddaughter away, he was frankly reluctant to watch her leave.

"Grandpa, come back with me," the girl quickly persuaded as she grabbed his arm. "I won't be at ease if you're here alone."

The girl was only able to come to the old man's place for a visit during her holidays, so she wanted him to leave with her. It was fine even if he did not like the other house as she could rent a place near her school. That way, she would be able to keep him company whenever she was done with classes or when she had off days.

"What's there to worry about? Your grandma and I have stayed here all our lives. We're used to it."

As he spoke, he turned and left the room. Then, he placed the herbs in his hands on the wooden board at the side before spreading them out for drying.

"But you're on your own now," the girl pointed out as she stepped out of the room and stood by his side. As she helped spread out the herbs, she mumbled, "If Grandma's still alive, I wouldn't say anything about this. At the very least, you'll have each other, but you're all alone now. How can I possibly not worry?"

Before the old man could say anything to that, loud coughing sounds could be heard from behind them. Both the old man and the girl's eyes widened in surprise at once.