Chapter 34

Police sirens wailed as two officers rushed to the scene.

"Who called this in? What happened?" the lead officer demanded in a low voice.

Elliot Hayes stepped forward, detailing Aria Bennett's uncanny prediction and the harrowing events that had just unfolded.

Aria's sharp gaze locked onto the subdued man on the ground. "This one has blood on his hands. Run his records—you'll see."

Without hesitation, the officer pulled out handcuffs and secured the suspect.

"Wait!" The older cop's eyes widened. "Doesn't this guy match that fugitive from our county?"

The younger officer quickly cross-referenced the database and gasped. "It's him—the murderer who's been on the run for five years!"

Both officers stared at Aria in disbelief. "Miss, you really identified him just by reading his face?"

Aria gave a slight nod.

"Then... could you read mine?" the younger officer ventured hesitantly.

Aria glanced at him. "Full forehead, ears higher than eyebrows—a principled man with good fortune."

"Ha! Officer Monroe here is the best mediator in our precinct," the older cop remarked, astonished.

"A new horizontal line in your children's sector..." Aria suddenly smiled. "Congratulations. Your wife is expecting."

The young officer paled. "That's impossible! She just tested positive yesterday—I haven't told anyone!"

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.

"Little Ben! Where's my Little Ben?" An elderly woman stumbled forward, frantic.

Damian Cross stood, cradling a child. "Is this him?"

The grandmother snatched the boy into her arms, weeping uncontrollably. "My precious grandson!"

A middle-aged couple rushed up behind her, their eyes red-rimmed. The mother took the child but panicked when he remained unconscious.

"Don't worry." Aria stepped closer, gently pinching the boy's earlobe. "Just a sedative. He'll wake soon."

Her gaze then shifted to a cowering woman in the corner. "That's your sister, isn't it? She conspired with this murderer to kidnap your son."

The accused woman turned ghostly white and bolted.

"You monster!" The mother lunged, grabbing her sister's hair and slapping her twice. "I clothed and fed you, and you dare harm my child?"

"Sis, I'm sorry! He forced me!" the sister wailed.

"Liar!" The father kicked her away. "You knew I was the one who reported Victor Lang's crimes, yet you helped him target my son!"

Years ago, he had been the whistleblower that exposed the killer's atrocities.

Police hauled both women away in cuffs. The father turned and bowed deeply to Aria. "We owe you everything."

Aria waved it off. "Just get your son checked at the hospital."

As if on cue, the child in the grandmother's arms stirred, letting out a loud, healthy cry.

The family wept with joy, showering Aria with gratitude before hurrying away with their miracle.