Chapter 1513 Jonathan's expression darkened after the call ended. He strode out of the room and stopped outside Frieda's door.
Ever since Aubree left, Frieda had been cooping up in her room due to her guilty conscience.
When she heard someone knocking on the door, she was so nervous that she nearly fell out of her bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Frieda, it's me. Open the door.” Jonathan spoke in a firm tone that left no room for negotiation.
However, Frieda did not have the guts to face him. Faking a weak voice, she answered, “I'm not feeling well. Can we talk another time...” “If you don't open the door now, I'll get the key and open it myself.” Jonathan was adamant about speaking to his sister right then.
Frieda had no choice but to get up and open the door. “Jonathan, what's so urgent that you have to talk to me immediately?” Looking at the woman with a scrutinizing gaze, Jonathan said, “Two million five hundred thousand was found missing from the company's accounts during the time you were there. What did you spend the money on?” Initially, he had assumed that his sister had used the money to buy luxury products.
Since it wasn't a huge sum of money, he had turned a blind eye to it.
However, Jonathan could not help but feel uneasy when he thought about Frieda's abnormal behavior over the past few days, considering everything that had happened.
Frieda's heart skipped a beat after she heard her brother's question. She lowered her head in a fluster in an attempt to mask her feelings of guilt.
“That money... Um... | used it to buy a bag.” Knowing Frieda extremely well, Jonathan noticed something amiss about her at once. At that moment, his heart sank. “Bag? Where's the bag?” Frieda's voice grew increasingly soft as she replied, “It's a preorder and will take some time to arrive.” “Show me the receipt, then. You should have it, right?” Jonathan pressed further.
Frieda remained silent after hearing that.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she had lied about buying the bag, there was no way she could produce a receipt.
“Did you give that money to Aubree?” Jonathan exposed his sister without beating around the bush.
A shiver ran down Frieda's spine before she replied, “I gave Aubree some money out of pity. | can't bear to see her in such a miserable state. After all, our families used to be quite close. —" Before the woman could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Jonathan, who was simmering with anger. “How many times have | told you not to contact her anymore? Not only did you not listen to me, but you even gave her our family's money!” Jonathan was so enraged that Frieda felt overwhelmed by the intense pressure he was emitting. She looked at the ground at once, avoiding her brother's eyes that were blazing with fury.
Suddenly, Jonathan extended his arm and pushed her into the room before slamming the door shut.
A wave of fear washed over Frieda as the thunderous sound echoed in the air.
“Tell me honestly! Are you involved in Aubree's disappearance?” Jonathan asked in a low voice.
Judging by the look in his eyes, he was almost certain that his sister had played a part in it.
Frieda gritted her teeth in terror. Trying her best not to expose herself, she took a deep breath and replied, “I don't know what you're talking about. | did give her some money, but it was long before she disappeared.” Jonathan narrowed his eyes. “Long before she disappeared? | don't remember sharing with you the time of her disappearance.” Frieda lifted her head abruptly, her eyes filled with panic. Even so, she bit the bullet and shook her head while saying, “I don't know. | don't know anything...” “Where is she now? Has she really escaped?” Taking a pause, Jonathan softened his tone and continued, “If you know where she is, you need to tell me now. If she has already fled Herington, we will have to keep an eye on all major routes into the city and make sure that she never comes back. If she returns, we can arrest her immediately. That way, you will no longer have to contact her, and | can stop worrying about the Queen family being implicated by her.”