Chapter 972 The little girlâs sorrowful cries echoed in Adeenaâs ears. The surrounding onlookers were shocked.
âWhy is the genius pianist latching on to that woman and crying out âmotherâ?â.
âI was fortunate enough to attend Melodyâs concert once. She played âTo Motherâ, which is said to be about how she misses her mother.â âDid she not have a mother?â âBut she shouldnât call a random woman her mother. Look, the woman is stupefied.â âIf it were me, I would have pissed myself. To suddenly have a daughter that old.â âIt would be great if Melody called me her mother. I would warmly call her a âgood girlâ for sure. That must be it! Iâm Melodyâs fan, but I treat her like a daughter!â
âNot with how shabby you look. Stop daydreaming!â Adeena was at a loss for words.
Melodyâs crying and the chattering of the surrounding people converged into a chaotic buzzing in Adeenaâs ears.
She took a deep breath and said, âLittle girl, Iâm really not your mommy. But if you miss your mommy, I can keep you company.â Melody sniffled.
Her clear eyes were fixed on Adeenaâs face, and her hands clutched at Adeenaâs sleeve, for fear that she might leave.
âIâm hungry. Will you join me for a meal?â
Adeena glanced at the time and saw that it was slightly past 3:00 pm. Eating at this time could be counted as either a late lunch or an early dinner.
But the little girl cried too pitifully, and Adeenaâs heart melted into a puddle. âAlright, Iâll take you to have lunch.â
Melody wiped her tears. Her little face no longer showed any emotion. She looked behind her and coolly said, âWait for me here. Iâll be back after lunch.â
The frontmost bodyguard was called Muller Brown. He was distantly related to Colin Brown. When Melody began her world tour, Muller became her bodyguard and assistant.
He bowed his head respectfully and said, âMiss, please let us accompany you.â Young Lady Melodyâs safety was the Winters familyâs main priority. He would never let her be alone with a female stranger.
Melody frowned.
She did not want Muller to be the third wheel between her and her mommy, howeverâ¦
She wagged her finger, and Muller immediately bent down until he was at eyeâlevel with her.
âUncle Muller, later, while Mommy and I are having lunch, I want you to secretly take a photo of us together.â Muller was a little stunned. âYoung Lady Melody, are you really sure thatâs your mother?â
âWhen I say she is, she is. Be more respectful to her.â Melody pouted at him. âDonât tell Daddy about this yet, nor my brothers. Do you understand?â Muller quickly nodded his head.
He stole a glance at Adeena.
This woman was indeed beautiful, and she looked a little familiar. She actually did seem somewhat similar to Young Lady Melodyâ¦
He had checked for photographs or Mdm. Winters on the Internet before, but he could not recall the specifics of the womanâs face at this moment⦠âNever mind. If Young Lady Melody says so, then it is so.â Adeena took Melody to the western restaurant in the building. The two of them sat down facing each other.
The soft lighting of the restaurant fell on Melodyâs face and made the girl look quiet and elegant. It was apparent right from the getâgo that she was the daughter of a rich family. âYour name is Melody Winters, right?â Adeena asked gently. âI used to be called Melody Daugherty.â A light shone from the girlâs glazed eyes. âEveryone in my family calls me Mel.â
Adeena nodded.