After Divorce I Became A Queen (Aurora and Sion)

Chapter 95 Who was the Murderer? Aurora Robertson?

Sion pressed his lips. His face was covered with frost, cold but with a touch of doubt.

"Are you sure?" Sion asked.

With a surprised glance at Sion, the doctor who did not expect his professional diagnosis would cause doubt, said, "Given the six years dedicating in my job, I am responsible for each word I said. So you can trust my diagnosing."

'... Sorry, just for confirmation."

"Sion..."

Nevaeh murmured, almost leaning against Sion. Her strength seemed to be exhausted by the doctor's diagnosis; her eyes turned scarlet after cry, with tears streamed out instinctively.

"Did it... Harry suffer during the last moment? It must be painful quiet much...It's my fault...my fault..."

The conflict between Nevaeh's guilty face and his doubt about Aurora Robertson's possible involvement with the dog's death consigned Sion to an embarrassing state in which he could not find a proper way to comfort the woman in front.

This was not new to the doctor who came to comfort the pet's owner.

"Don't get too upset for it. Its posture tells it did not struggle long in the last moment. So it might be not that suffering."

He glanced at the dog, a Border Collie with good figure, and said pitifully, "Death might be a sort of release for him."

"Avada's health condition was not good for years, and its poor digestive system caused its frequent visits to the hospital. So maybe..." Sion said.

His voice was as low as his heart; with gentle pats on Nevaeh' shoulder, he gazed at Avada as if he wanted to penetrate the truth, and added, "Maybe now it's finally free from disease." "But...but he just returned to me."

She seemed reluctant to farewell her pet, seizing her grip on the man's arm.

With a pair of misty eyes, she murmured in a tone seemingly unintentional, "How come...it looked good before it reached...So healthy. Was it unwilling to return to me because it disliked me?..." The sentence ended with tears coming back to her who was seemingly overwhelming with despair.

Sion tightened his chin for Nevaeh's question reminding him another clue.

Was Aurora Robertson the real murderer?

And did the reason for her act root in his insistence to return Avada to Nevaeh?

If she was that unwilling, she could insist and he would give up in the end.

How could she...

Feeling the anger ballooning in Sion, Nevaeh glanced at him innocently and begged wiping her tears, "Sion... can we just take Harry home?"

From the start to end, she kept calling it Harry, reluctant to accept the name by Aurora Robertson.

"As you wish, "Sion replied.

Meanwhile, he withdrew the chill from his eyes, and looked to the doctor besides, requesting, "Can you please do us a favor to cremate it?"

"My pleasure," the doctor answered.

Soon he completed the death statement, printed and handed to the owner for signage.

They did not waited for long before they fetched the box containing Avada's bone ash.

Nevaeh stared at the box, with her hands shivering.

Sion stretched his hand to take the box over, looked at her with a bit concern, and suggested, "How about you just come back for a rest now? And find another time and suitable place to..."

"OK."

With a sudden drop of her leg, she clenched the man's arm for support, and said with a bit hoarse voice, "I must find a good place to bury Harry."

"Great."

Sion responded her emotionlessly and pulled opened the car door for her.

On the car, Nevaeh sat in silence with her mind loafing about. It seemed that her soul was expelled for the heartbroken fact.

As they reached her home, she fetched the box back. Her eyes were flickering under the sun, which seemed unable to focus. "Sion, do you have to go now?"

"Yes."

Sion nodded without a second thought and said, "I have to go for some business. Take a good rest. And don't stuff your mind with those unnecessary."

"When will be the next time you come for me?" Nevaeh asked, watching the box in her hand, "Harry must wish for a farewell not only with me, given his lively character. So can we give it a funeral together?" "...All right." Sion said.

He was eager to find out if his guess was right that Aurora Robertson set a hand in Avada's death.

Aurora Robertson spent half day in collecting Avada's belonging. Out of her expectation, its belonging, all brought before, could occupy a whole big box.

Watching them, she could reflect the origin of each piece.

Watching the box of stuff, Aurora Robertson could tell the origin for each of them.

Avada was a clever dog.

Sometimes when it saw other playing with his pet during their walk, it would join in them, snatching other dogs' toy and bringing it to Aurora Robertson to show off.

That was the source for the flying discs and balls in the box.

For others in varied sorts, every time in the pet shop where Aurora Robertson took Avada for shower, when Avada fancied anyone in the toy box, it just squatted down and pinned there. It would not move until Aurora paid for it.

The recollection of those days was a bit fun somehow.

Aurora Robertson shook her head, laughing bitterly.

For Avada finally came back to its real owner, it must be happy.

She laid down the ball in hand and prepared to remove the box from her home.

"What are you doing there?"

A male voice suddenly blasted and shocked her a bit.

She raised her head and found Sion standing at the door with a frosty face.

Aurora Robertson stood up emotionlessly, dropping the box to the ground. She said, "Well, since you are here, you can move these stuffs and throw them away."

"Throw them?" Sion asked with a lower voice.

He said ironically, "Do you think they are useless any more, right?"

"Aren't they?"

Gazing at him puzzling, she could not understand why he sounded so satirical, and asked, "I don't think Nevaeh is so poor that she could not afford such toys?"

"Aurora Robertson."

It was little time that Sion called her full name.

And he looked cold and disappointed.

Then he announced, "Avada is dead. Are you pleased by that?"

"...What?"

Aurora watched him stunned for she could not believe her ears.

"What.. what are you talking about?"

"I said," he repeated, drawing nearer pace by pace, with frost in his eyes, and on the edge of fury, "Avada is dead."

Aurora stood frozen, spellbound.

She watched the man incredibly and tried for inquiry but failed to utter a sound.

The box besides her leg was full of Avada's toys. And its smell was still in the air. Now Sion told her that Avada died.

How could it be?

It was not long before when she handed the dog to Sion and the dog looked so lively. How was it possible it was gone now?

"What.. what were you talking about?"

"I think, you should be the one who knows how that happened, right?"

Sion laugh with a sneer and added, "I wonder how come Avada died for intoxication?"

"Intoxication..."

Aurora murmured and repeated, with her mind trying hard to digesting the unbearable news.

Yesterday the doctor confirmed that Avada's gastroenteritis was under control and it just needed careful nursing."

"Don't you expect the doctor could find out the death cause?" Sion watched her stunning and disappointed, "I cannot believe you can be that vicious."

Aurora Robertson raised her head suddenly and questioned, "Do you mean I killed Avada?"

Her expression was translated into dissimulation by Sion.

"Not right?" He lowered his head and glanced at the toys in the box, and asked frowning, "If so, why did you change your mind for you had been so unwilling before? And why do you hurry to throw these away?"