Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 981 Extra Story 119 Of Aaron Findings

"Double hit?" Ximena uttered the buzz word. She didn't even know what it meant. It seemed that Molly had not fully understood it either.

Aaron nodded and then gave her a hint indicating that she could begin. Therefore, she didn't ask anymore.

A clever person always knew what could be asked and what shouldn't be asked.

Ximena played several games and lost them all, disastrously. In the blink of an eye, the previously high-piled chips were almost all gone. Now only one layer of chips was left on the gambling table in front of her.

"I don't want to play anymore." Ximena shrugged and muttered, "It sucks." While saying that, she stood up and turned around to leave the gambling table. However, as she did, she caught sight of a familiar person, and her demeanor had changed.

Aaron immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he followed her gaze. However, all that he saw was several people crying out vexed around a slot machine. Very soon, one or two rude and impolite people among the group began to beat and kick the machine. "I'm going to the ladies' room," Ximena said, walking towards the washroom that was indicated by arrows. In contrast to the hall of the casino, the passage to the washroom was much quieter.

Ximena looked around and found that there were only a few hand basins in addition to a men's room and a ladies' room there. She stood awkwardly by the door of the ladies' room. Perhaps it was strange that she just stood there doing nothing that everybody going into and out of the washroom glanced at her in confusion. However, they continued about their own business without paying too much attention to her.

Ximena waited until the ladies' room was empty and then she entered. As soon as she walked in, she scanned the room in search of somebody, and finally, her gaze fell on the person in front of the big mirror. A woman who was dressed in a blue cleaning uniform, and had a pair of pink rubber gloves on her hands was wiping water stains from the hand basins with a cloth.

She was so absorbed in her work that she hadn't noticed Ximena in the room with her quietly observing her from a corner. Finally, Ximena walked over to her, and at the same time, the woman turned around and almost ran into her.

The woman gasped in shock. When she raised her eyes and saw the woman before her, she couldn't help but feel surprised. "It's you!" she cried out.

Ximena nodded slightly and smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well," the woman said with a smile while looking down at her hands in the rubber gloves. "I have a part-time job here. I live alone, and I don't have anything else to do when I finish my job as a nanny, so I work as a cleaner here in the evenings."

Ximena looked at her face and seeing how withered the woman looked. She felt somewhat uncomfortable. If this woman really was her mother's younger sister, her aunt, then she couldn't bear letting her live such a lonely and wretched life while Ximena was living so comfortably.

"Freya!" a man's voice called from outside of the ladies' room. "There's no one in the men's room at the moment. Come and clean it."

"Yes, sir!" the woman answered back. Then she turned to Ximena and said, "I need to continue working."

Freya quickly gathered the cleaning tools and strode out of the ladies' room. Ximena followed her out and stood for a moment watching as the woman entered the men's room. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man dressed in the casino's uniform stood by the men's room door. Ximena then turned around and left. With the feeling of confusion and mixed emotions, she walked back to the hall.

"Miss Mo," Ken said, approaching her. "His Highness has left because of some emergency. Would you like to stay here for a while longer and wait for him or go back to the manor?"

"Let's go back," Ximena answered. She wasn't interested in gambling at all, and she had already grown accustomed to Aaron's sudden disappearance because of emergencies.

On the drive back to the manor, Ximena sat quietly in the back seat deep in thought for quite some time. Suddenly she piped up and said, "Find a private detective for me tomorrow. Tell him to meet me at Only Memory."

Ken glanced at her in the rearview mirror and answered, "Yes!"

"I want to investigate a person," Ximena explained. "But I don't want to make it into big news. When I replace out the details of who the person is, I'll tell Aaron."

"Okay!" Ken obliged, surprisingly.

Ximena hadn't expected that Ken would agree so quickly and without any hesitation. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked at him. Ken didn't look at her, but he was able to feel her confused gaze on him. "Now that you have come clean with me, Miss Mo. I needn't refuse you either," he explained. Ken agreed that he wouldn't tell Aaron about it. However, he did need some clarity as to why Ximena needed the private detective before he would decide to replace her one. Besides, she should have trusted him in the first place and been honest, telling him the real purpose herself, instead of Ken replaceing out about it from somebody else.

Of course, Ximena understood Ken's standpoint clearly. Initially, she hadn't given it much thought and hadn't been willing to tell him. However, after careful consideration, she decided that it was best to let him know the truth.

If the woman she had met twice today was really her aunt, it would mean that she still had a blood relative in the world.

With that thought in mind, a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Ximena was eager to replace out the truth...

The private detective that Ken found for her had a high working efficiency. In only three days, the complete background of the mystery woman had been checked thoroughly. Ximena was handed an envelope, in which there were documents and even some old photos. She opened the envelope and read:

"Freya Fu, 46 years old. No living family members." Of course, Ximena knew that she wasn't counted as her family member.

"It turns out that she's the half-blooded sister of my mom. They share the same father but different mothers," Ximena mumbled to herself. Then she continued reading the rest of the documents in the envelope.

Once she had read everything that was in the envelope, Ximena's expression had turned gloomy. Freya had mentioned that something had happened in her younger years and as a direct consequence of it, she hadn't been married to this day. Ximena knew now why that was. Freya had been serving a fifteen-year jail sentence for intentional, negligent homicide! What was worse, the person Freya had killed was Ximena's maternal grandmother.

After reading these details, Ximena felt weak and feeble. When she had been born, her aunt had been in prison. The reason why Freya had committed such a horrific crime was to avenge her mother. When Freya had been much younger, Ximena's maternal grandmother had ordered some thugs to beat Freya's already ill mother. As a result of the beating, her illness had worsened, and consequently, she had passed away shortly after. Now it was extremely difficult to judge who had been right and who had been wrong. Ximena just had to accept that it was an unfortunate event that had happened during the time of her grandmother's generation without knowing the full details about why it had happened.

Ximena ran her fingers lightly across the old yellowed photo in her hand. It was a picture of her mother and her aunt. In the photo, they were both dressed in the same clothes and had their hair braided the same way. They looked so happy together, just like two blooming sunflowers in the sunlight.

Even though they were from two different mothers, it seemed that they were very close as sisters and got along quite well with each other. However, because her aunt had killed her maternal grandmother and then had gone to jail for it, Freya and Ximena's mother had drifted apart from each other. Later both of Ximena's parents had died in the accident. Her aunt must have been filled with deep regret and sorrow that she could never see her older sister ever again.

Ximena felt crestfallen, and her arms drooped heavily into her lap. She turned her head slowly and gazed out of the window at the cloudy night sky outside. There were only a few stars that twinkled once in a while which were soon covered by the dark clouds. Suddenly, the distinct sound of footsteps broke through the quietness in the house. Ximena snapped out of her gloomy daydream and quickly slid the documents back into the envelope and then put the envelope into a drawer of the bedside table. At the same time, Aaron walked into the room.

The smell of alcohol wafted in the air, and Ximena frowned slightly. She looked at Aaron. His cold face looked somewhat drunk, and then he walked straight to her. However, before Ximena had the chance to say anything, Aaron pressed her down onto the bed and covered her soft lips with his mouth that had the stench of alcohol.

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