From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 802: 401 Nest Fire (First Update)_1

Do you think you are in any way comparable to Aubree Groove?

A naked mockery and humiliation.

Virginia Frost had grown up without anyone ever speaking to her in such a tone.

Her eyes dimmed, and Virginia Frost laughed coldly.

“Madam…the young master is here.” The voice of Belen Philbert came from outside the door.

Edward?

Virginia Frost instinctively stood up, she had almost forgotten about Edward.

Before leaving, Virginia Frost glanced back at Peter Aria: “The grievances between us have nothing to do with Aubree Groove, the child is innocent. If the law can’t touch you, then prepare yourself to face society’s condemnation.” With that, she turned away and left without looking back.

Peter Aria laughed coldly, finding the Frosts shameless.

“Where is Aubree Groove?” Nicholas Drake grabbed Anton Cook by the collar and coldly demanded.

This was the most outrageous thing Nicholas Drake had ever done in his life.

Anton Cook gave him a deep look, pushing his hand away, retreating a step before leisurely straightening his collar.

“You’re too late.”

Nicholas Drake clenched his fists and shook his head in disbelief: “It can’t be, it absolutely can’t be, you must be lying to me.”

Anton Cook’s lips curved slightly, betraying a hint of contempt, which quickly disappeared.

“Edward.” A gentle female voice sounded from behind.

A cold shadow flashed in Anton Cook’s eyes.

Nicholas Drake turned around stiffly, looking at the woman behind him. He seemed dumbfounded, as if he’d lost his soul.

Virginia Frost looked at him with aching eyes, “Edward, I know this is too much for you, but we have to face reality. Don’t worry, mom will definitely seek justice for Aubree.”

Virginia Frost walked over, intending to hug Nicholas Drake, to comfort him.

Nicholas Drake seemed like a loose soul. He looked at Anton Cook across the way and suddenly chuckled.

His smile carried a hint of mockery, a touch of bitterness, and the heavyweight of melancholy.

Like a broken flower fallen to the ground, crushed to dust.

Virginia Frost left with Nicholas Drake, instructing Belen Philbert before going: “Arrange for Aubree’s funeral.”

Belen Philbert agreed.

Dallyn blocked the doorway, refusing entry to everyone. If anyone approached, she would put a knife to her own neck as a threat.

Nobody dared to take a step forward for the time being.

Belen Philbert said in a deep voice: “Does this tantrum make any sense? You should be taking care of the afterlife arrangements for your mistress.”

“You’re the villain here; you caused the death of the mistress. I won’t give you a chance to hurt her anymore. Get out, get away from here!”

Dallyn pointed the knife at her and screamed.

Belen Philbert was furious; this woman was simply unreasonable.

“Fine, let’s see how long you can guard her. As long as you don’t mind your mistress’s body decomposing, then go for it.”

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On the other side, Virginia Frost accompanied Nicholas Drake home, who didn’t utter a word the entire way.

Upon arrival home, he fainted immediately. When Virginia Frost felt his forehead, it was burning.

Virginia Frost immediately had Nicholas Drake carried to the bedroom and summoned the family doctor.

They administered an IV drip, but he still remained unconscious.

Virginia Frost sat by the bedside, watching the unconscious young man and stretched out her hand with a pained heart.

Edward had lost a lot of weight lately, his face gaunter than before. She gently stroked Nicholas Drake’s cheek: “Mum will definitely protect you.”

In his unconscious state, Nicholas Drake seemed to be having a dream. His brows furrowed tightly, and he mumbled something under his breath.

Virginia Frost leaned in closer to listen.

She heard a familiar name.

Virginia Frost’s gaze dimmed as she tucked him in, “All of this will pass, have a good sleep.”

She closed the bedroom door and turned around, Virginia Frost’s face quickly darkened.

“What is Madam worrying about?” Vanessa Aria came over, personally assisting Virginia Frost.

Virginia Frost squinted slightly: “What is Agave Rinto up to? How could he just surrender so easily?”

Vanessa Aria smiled: “Before, it was because Madam didn’t take him seriously, but now that Madam is making a serious effort to deal with him, he is probably terrified.”

“No, you don’t understand him.” Virginia Frost shook her head.

“When he first came back from abroad, I didn’t even pay attention to him, and unknowingly let the tiger return to the mountain. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was already too late to act against him easily.”

At this moment, Virginia Frost realized she had acted impulsively. Aubree was Pindo Rinto’s daughter. For her, it was double betrayal. Rage had clouded her judgment, leading to the incident the night before.

However, what made her uneasy was the question: did Aubree really die?

Something didn’t seem right. Aubree survived a fiery blaze, a knife assault, but ended up dying from a simple drug allergy. This was ludicrous, like preparing a knife to kill a beast only for it to bash its head against a tree and die, it was frustrating.