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Chapter 921 The Piano Kid
"Keep it. I'll make sure to contact you when they're here." The receptionist hurriedly returned the money.
After Eugene left, a man descended the stairs and released the woman's hand. He stared outside while making a
phone call. "Chris, I bumped into Eugene at a restaurant. It seems like he's looking for a piano kid."
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On the other side, the three kids walked out of Nolan Group while pressing their pinkies.
"It hurts so much. You're so mean, Terry," grumbled Carter.
"Otherwise, he won't believe it." Terry defended himself.
"This Daddy isn't a good person. Let's forget about him." Carter snorted and looked sideways at Blake, who was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdeeply absorbed in his thoughts. "Something on your mind?"
Blake frowned. "I think I've seen him before."
"Where?"
"I don't remember." Blake was blank.
Carter deflated. "I knew it. I'm surprised that you could recognize Godmother. You shouldn't say that you can
recognize someone with that prosopagnosia of yours."
"She smiled at me. That's why." Blake smiled, turning his eyes into crescent moons.
"I think she's good enough. We don't have to find who our father is."
"I saw them together," Terry piped up.
The others were surprised. "When?"
"On Promise Island. With Godmother and North," Terry recounted. Although he was immersed in his drawing the
whole time that day, unlike Blake, one glance was enough for him to remember.
"Why didn't you tell us?" An anxious Carter followed up.
"It just came into my mind a moment ago."
Blake asked, "So, is Eugene Godmother's boyfriend?"
"Beats me," said Terry.
Carter was caught up in a dilemma. "Should we tell Godmother that he's our father?"
"Are you serious about accepting him as our father?" reconfirmed Terry softly.
Carter pouted. "I know, right? He doesn't want us, and neither do we."
Blake joined the conversation. "Godmother is enough. He's nowhere as good as her anyways."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Eugene received a call from Ellen, who wanted him to come home that night. Knowing what she had to
say, he was reluctant to return. However, he did not have the nerves to disobey.
As he had expected, Ellen gave him an earful before he could catch a breath. "What's the matter with you? Are you
done with your peaceful life?"
Feeling helpless, Eugene walked to the living room and took a seat. "I know what I'm doing, Mom. Olivia will be fine
in a few days. I'll talk to her."
The DNA test results might give him an ounce of courage, but he could not shake off the guilt.
The ire in her blazed at that. "You're going to drag things for a few days? North and Olivia are staying at the
guesthouse, and Jewel is sending and picking him up from school every day. How could you be so calm?"
"I am not calm! Not at all!" he rebutted. "But Olivia won't hear me out."
Ellen was stunned. "What happened? She never does unreasonable things. You must've done something wrong."
"I know that I've made her mad. I haven't thought of how to speak to her." He was frustrated.
"You've done something sorry?" She jumped in surprise.
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