Chapter 216
Todd casually surveyed the Winston property, then quizzically asked, "Mr. Winston, isn't Owen's brother home?"
"He's at the office," Ivan replied coolly, "He'll be back later."
Todd nodded and strolled over to a shelf to flip through a book.
Looking over, Haley saw that the kitchen was bustling with maids, busily getting meals ready. So, she decided to hold off on cooking noodles for the time being.
Settling on the couch, she soon realized Ivan was seated across from her.
With two kids upstairs and Todd absorbed in his book, it was just the two of them with nothing pressing to do.
Haley felt an inexplicable embarrassment wash over her.
Scanning around, her eyes landed on the piano in the corner of the living room, sparking an idea. She flashed a smile and asked, "Mr. Winston, is that piano playable?"
Ivan nodded indifferently, "Yes."
He raised his eyebrows, watching Haley make her way to the instrument. Could she play?
As Haley's fingers felt the keys, a familiar melody struck her, and she froze. Hadn't she seen this piano before?
She peered around the back and saw the ornate gold insignia. It clicked — this was the very piano Emily had outbid her for, paying three times its worth. And now it sat in the Winstons' home.
An uncomfortable feeling welled up in Haley's chest. She pivoted and returned to her spot on the couch, opting to navigate her awkwardness rather than touch the piano again.
"Why did you stop?" Ivan's soft voice broke the silence.
"I just don't feel like playing anymore," Haley replied, reclining on the couch and casually flipping through a magazine, signaling the end of the topic.
Ivan touched his nose, a hint of annoyance brewing. Women are such fickle creatures, he thought. One minute soft and gentle, and the next explosive as gunpowder.
Meanwhile, upstairs in Owen's room, the situation wasn't any brighter. He'd presented all of his favorite toys and laid them before Angela, “Do you like this one or this? What about that? My daddy got them for me, and I love ‘em. How can you not?"
Angela stepped back, her eyes wide at the sight of the Transformers that stood nearly half her height.
Owen shoved the toys to the floor, “Tell me what you like, Angela, and I’ll ask Alfred to get it for you..."
She shook her head, her expression hardly changing.
"Oh, right!" Owen suddenly remembered, grabbing her hand and rushing outside, "My brother bought a bunch of girl toys last time, I totally forgot. Come on, I'll show you!"
He tugged Angela into Keith's room, a coldly decorated space, with gray carpets and curtains, very much the style of an adult man.
Angela didn't enter. She just stood at the doorway...
Owen rummaged through the cabinets and triumphantly produced a pink Barbie doll set. With childlike excitement, he presented the toys to Angela as if giving her a treasure, "Girls like these, right? Take it, let's have fun together..."
Angela sidestepped to avoid it. Barbies were ideal toys when she was two—she had long outgrown them.
She didn't reach for the toy, but Owen had already let go. With a thud, the Barbie doll set hit the floor.
The Crystal Princess's tiara broke in two...
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