Chapter 623

Chapter 623

“I won't speak in riddles." Mrs. Ritter laughed elegantly, but her

upturned eyes revealed a haughty indifference. "My daughter Ashlyn

Ritter was accepted into film school this year, but she previously

majored in piano. Despite hiring countless teachers over the years, her

piano skills have not improved much.”

"So... you want..." Jenna's lips trembled, but she didn't finish her

sentence.

"Yes, I want Master Keturah to teach her and become her mentor,” Mrs.

Ritter scanned Brayden and Jenna up and down. “So if you can help

me make this happen, I will use the influence of the Ritter family to

save Cody's life. What do you think?"

Jenna's heart was pounding. She spoke in an undertone, "But Master

Keturah doesn't easily take on students.”

“That's why you need to talk to her," Mrs. Ritter smiled again. "It's just

about trading favors. "For Master Keturabh, it is just taking on a student.

For me, itis just using the power of the Ritter family.”

"If you can't make it happen, no one could save Cody's life," Mrs. Ritter

sneered at them.

For Mrs. Ritter, they were from a small town, and she wouldn't have

met them personally if they hadn't had connections with Master

Keturah.

"Mrs. Ritter... I..." Jenna bit her lip." don't want to use Master Keturah

for my own benefit. Can you make another offer?"

Mrs. Riter curled up a mocking smile as if hearing a big joke, "Human

interaction is all about mutual benefit, isn't it?"

"But Master Keturah has never used me... or Brayden or Mrs. Wright..."

Jenna knew that what she thought was naive. But she didn't want to

lose Sylvia's trust. Sylvia had believed in and loved her beyond what

any relative could offer. If Jenna used Sylvia, Sylvia would be sad...

She also didn't want to disappoint Sylvia. Sylvia had been so good to

her. How could she have the heart to make use of Sylvia?

"Miss Shepherd, I advise you not to refuse me outright,” Mrs. Ritter

lazily glanced at her. It was rare to see such a naive girl being protected

so well these days.

In Mrs. Ritter's eyes, Jenna was no different from an idiot at this

moment.

Jenna wanted to say something more but was pulled back by Brayden.

She bit her lip and lowered her head in resignation.

"Mrs. Ritter, can we consider it?" Brayden suppressed his impatience

and spoke calmly.

"Sure, but time waits for no one. I hope you won't take too long since

your father's fate is uncertain." Mrs. Ritter picked up the tea on the

table and took a sip before continuing, "Master Keturah has a great

reputation, so there will be many people with ulterior motives who want

to benefit from knowing you."

"So it's best if you act quickly. Don't make me lose my patience while

waiting for your decision.”

After speaking, Mrs. Ritter stood up gracefully and adjusted her shawl

before saying, "Contact me when you've made a decision.”

The door opened as the lobby manager respectfully escorted her out of

the room.

Brayden finished his tea in one gulp before grabbing Jenna's hand and

saying, “Let's go."

As they left the private room, Jenna still looked pale with worry written

all over her face as she asked Brayden, "What should we do now?"

“Let's go back to our hotel first," Brayden replied with a forced smile as

he rubbed Jenna's hair affectionately, "You did well earlier when

confronting Mrs. Ritter!" He was surprised by how brave she had been

while standing up against someone like that woman earlier on.

"What should we do next? Are we going to find Miss Andrews?" Jenna

asked hesitantly.

"Jenna, whether or not Sylvia takes us under her wing is entirely up to

her decision; none of us can make that choice for her," Brayden

explained patiently. “But... to save our father's life, we have to try

asking her if she's willing to help. If she agrees, we'll arrange their

meeting. If not, we'll reject Mrs. Ritter.”

"I understand now," nodded Jenna. "This way, you won't offend either

party.”

"Yes," sighed Brayden helplessly. He looked outside at the hazy sky.

It looked like a shadow that he couldn't shake off in his heart.

A car pulled into the underground parking lot of the mall.

Sylvia got out of the car and awkwardly tugged at her fleece hoodie.

She didn't know what had gotten into Franklin, where he had managed

to find two matching couple hoodies, and why he insisted on making

her wear one.