Chapter 611 Discovering Adalia's Muteness
Olivia couldn't accept letting Isabella go to the police station and confess everything. People had a survival instinct; as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they strove to stay alive rather than walk into death.
Frank understood the severity of the situation and grabbed Isabella, asking, "Tell me, where is Adalia? What did you do to Adalia?"
As long as Adalia was safe, the punishment could be reduced.
If Isabella went to the police station and confessed everything, she might only serve a few years, and with good behavior, she could get out even sooner.
Isabella shook her head, still unwilling to reveal Adalia's whereabouts. She only said, "Dad, Mom, you don't need to worry about me. Take this money. I can't take care of you in your old age anymore."
Saying this, Isabella pulled her hand back, stood up straight, and then deeply bowed to the two of them.
In this lifetime, she only felt indebted to her parents.
Frank felt a surge of helplessness and his mood became heavy. He looked at his wife and daughter, his cloudy eyes glistening with tears. "A good family, a good daughter, how did it come to this?"
His aged face showed confusion, incomprehension, and pain.
Frank wiped away his tears, and Olivia tightly grabbed Isabella again, her eyes red. "I won't let anything happen to you. If someone has to go to jail, I'll go for you. Isabella, it's my fault. I shouldn't have blamed you back then. When you were at a low point in your marriage, I didn't comfort you properly. Instead, I kept comparing you to others. It's my fault."
Meanwhile.
Fiorello returned to the apartment and entered Isabella and James's bedroom through the window.
After searching around, Fiorello found a hairpin under the bed in the basement where Adalia had been held.
This was the hairpin Adalia was wearing when she disappeared.
Fiorello picked up the hairpin, his expression cold, gripping it tightly. "Adalia was here before."
Brian looked around the room. "Fiorello, where could they be hiding? I didn't see Isabella take anyone out."
"Search more carefully." Fiorello's gaze suddenly fell on the wardrobe nearby. "Move the wardrobe."
They had searched every place in the house where someone could hide, except for this wardrobe.
Fiorello had looked inside the wardrobe before; it was empty.
When Brian moved the wardrobe, Fiorello discovered a hole in the wall, just big enough for one person to crawl through, and he was thrilled.
Fiorello couldn't wait to crawl through the hole. On the other side of the wall was another apartment.
This apartment was empty, and the room behind the hole was a storage room, with no lights and no windows, pitch dark.
After crawling through, Fiorello took out his phone and turned on the flashlight. When the light shone on a small figure in the corner, his eyes immediately welled up with tears, and he couldn't control his emotions.
Adalia was handcuffed, dirty all over, and curled up in the corner. When the light shone on her, she covered her eyes with her hands, trembling all over.
"Adalia."
Fiorello's voice was hoarse, almost in disbelief. The emaciated, disheveled, foul-smelling child in front of him was Adalia.
Filled with fear, Adalia heard the familiar voice and looked up in disbelief. The glaring light shone on her, and she saw her father standing in front of her. Thinking it was just a hallucination, she silently lowered her head and covered it with her hands.
She had hallucinated before, always hoping Fiorello would come to save her, but thinking it was impossible.
Lowering her head, Adalia tried to confirm if it was a hallucination and looked up again. Fiorello was still there.
Adalia's emotions began to stir. She rubbed her eyes hard, and Fiorello was still there.
Adalia made a sound. She wanted to call out to her dad, but she couldn't. She couldn't speak, and the sounds from her throat were rough.
Fiorello, already in tears, held Adalia tightly in his arms, deeply remorseful. "I'm late. I'm sorry, Adalia. I'm late."
Adalia kept making sounds. After being locked up for months, she had suffered severe psychological trauma. Fiorello's appearance gave her hope.
At first, Fiorello didn't realize Adalia's voice was damaged. Seeing her trying to speak but unable to form a complete sentence, he finally noticed.
Fiorello couldn't believe it, his voice trembling. "Adalia, call me Dad. Say Dad."
Adalia still couldn't speak, only making ah-ah sounds.
At that moment, Fiorello let out a painful sound, holding Adalia tightly in his arms, his eyes red. If Isabella were here, he wouldn't be able to control his urge to kill her.
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