Chapter 111: It Was Fate

Thinking back to Fiona's frustration at the time, Wendy chuckled. "Yeah," she said. So Aimee might have had something to do with Caesar. They couldn't say for sure; everything had to wait until Aimee was safely rescued.

By the end of the workday, there was still no news from Waylon. The three decided to relocate. Chase had something to discuss with Blanc and sent the women ahead.

"Mr. Fred and the others are apprehending the suspects," Chase explained. "Keep a close eye on Sean. If he takes a call and his movements seem suspicious, have security detain him immediately. Sean likely knows more than Madeline."

Blanc nodded, asking, "They haven't caught him yet?"

"Still no word," Chase replied. "They're setting everything up. It shouldn't be a major issue. It's just that Aimee's identity is questionable. We need her alive."

"Rescues aren't easy, but I believe in Mr. Fred's capabilities," Blanc said.

Everything outside moved surprisingly quickly. By the time Aimee returned home, it was the middle of the night. Chase and Wendy waited in the dining room for news; even Fiona had gone home.

"Safe," Waylon texted Chase.

Wendy looked at the message, hesitant. "Should we tell Caesar? Is it too soon?"

"I think we shouldn't raise Caesar's hopes unnecessarily," Chase said. "Aimee was treated at our hospital before. We have her blood type on file. Try to get a strand of Caesar's hair; Cloud Hospital can run the test. Just bring it straight to me."

Wendy nodded.

Aimee was brought back to her house. She cried in her parents' arms for a long time, with Waylon and Ryan standing nearby. Aimee's parents repeatedly thanked every member of the task force.

Once things calmed down, Waylon said, "Ms. Aimee, please go to your room and try to recall the details. Lily, you'll take her statement. Mr. Mike, we still have a few questions for you."

"Yes, of course. Aimee, go ahead to your room. The officer will go with you," Mike said quickly.

Aimee wasn't actually scared. After working in foreign media for so many years, she was used to such situations.

"Is Ms. Aimee your biological daughter?" Waylon asked directly.

Aimee's parents froze, then looked at each other in disbelief. They clearly hadn't expected such a question.

It happened many years ago. After bringing Aimee home at age three, she became seriously ill and forgot everything before that age. They went through the legal adoption process and raised Aimee as their own daughter ever since.

"How did you figure it out?" Mike asked.

Waylon considered Wendy and Chase's suspicions. He'd asked casually—he hadn't expected it to be true.

"Genetically," he said, "both of you have monolids. Ms. Aimee couldn't naturally have double eyelids. Sure, girls enhance their looks, and eyelid surgery is common. But hers look too natural. I don't think it's from surgery."

It was a keen observation. The Duncan couple had no argument.

"All these years, Aimee thought she was your real daughter. No one ever came looking for her?"

"My wife and I made some money later and moved from our old neighborhood in Skyville Residence, quite far from here. Also, before completing the adoption, I spent a year searching for her real family. We never found anything."

So many years had passed that they treated Aimee as their own flesh and blood, sometimes forgetting she wasn't. The neighbors had changed too; no one knew Aimee's real background. This made it even more likely that Aimee could be Caesar's sister. Perhaps fate connected them all.

If Aimee hadn't been caught up in the Moses Group case, they might never have found her. No matter how hard Caesar looked, he wouldn't have found a sister who had lost all her memories.

Waylon texted Chase: "Confirmed. Aimee was a found child. They legally adopted her. Found near Skyville Residence when she was about three. No one was with her. Looks like she was abandoned."

Chase replied: "Got it. Try to get a strand of Aimee's hair. I want to compare it to Caesar's."

Waylon replied: "Will do."

Putting away his phone, Waylon turned to Aimee's father. "We may need a strand of Ms. Aimee's hair. I hope that's alright with you both."

"Of course."

Getting Caesar's hair proved easy. A few days later, there was a joint meeting. Caesar and Mario attended as Typhoon Corp's representatives, and Wendy arrived with Chase. In the dressing room, Caesar adjusted his collar.

"You look tired," he said, glancing at Chase in the mirror. "Up late doing surgeries again?"