Chapter 972

The little girl‘s sorrowful cries echoed in Adeena‘s ears. The surrounding onlookers were shocked.

“Why is the genius pianist latching on to that woman and crying out ‘mother’?”.

“I was fortunate enough to attend Melody‘s concert once. She played ‘To Mother‘, which is said to be
about how she misses her mother.” “Did she not have a mother?” “But she shouldn‘t call a random
woman her mother. Look, the woman is stupefied.” “If it were me, I would have pissed myself. To
suddenly have a daughter that old.” “It would be great if Melody called me her mother. I would warmly
call her a ‘good girl‘ for sure. That must be it! I‘m Melody‘s fan, but I treat her like a daughter!”

“Not with how shabby you look. Stop daydreaming!” Adeena was at a loss for words.

Melody‘s crying and the chattering of the surrounding people converged into a chaotic buzzing in
Adeena‘s ears.

She took a deep breath and said, “Little girl, I‘m really not your mommy. But if you miss your mommy, I
can keep you company.” Melody sniffled.

Her clear eyes were fixed on Adeena‘s face, and her hands clutched at Adeena‘s sleeve, for fear that
she might leave.

“I‘m hungry. Will you join me for a meal?”

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 Adeena‘s heart melted into a puddle. “Alright, I‘ll take you to have
lunch.”



Melody wiped her tears. Her little face no longer showed any emotion. She looked behind her and
coolly said, “Wait for me here. I‘ll be back after lunch.”

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, “Miss, please let us accompany you.” Young Lady Melody‘s
safety was the Winters family‘s 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, however...

She wagged her finger, and Muller immediately bent down until he was at eye–level with her.

“Uncle Muller, later, while Mommy and I are having lunch, I want you to secretly take a photo of us
together.” Muller was a little stunned. “Young Lady Melody, are you really sure that‘s your mother?”
“When I say she is, she is. Be more respectful to her.” Melody pouted at him. “Don‘t tell Daddy about
this yet, nor my brothers. Do you understand?” 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 Melody...

He had checked for photographs or Mdm. Winters on the Internet before, but he could not recall the
specifics of the woman‘s face at this moment... ‘Never mind. If Young Lady Melody says so, then it is
so.’ 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 Melody‘s face and made the girl look quiet and elegant. It was
apparent right from the get–go that she was the daughter of a rich family. “Your name is Melody
Winters, right?” Adeena asked gently. “I used to be called Melody Daugherty.” A light shone from the
girl‘s glazed eyes. “Everyone in my family calls me Mel.”

Adeena nodded.


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