Chapter 273 Hi Angela, I'm Keith
Night had fallen, and the first flickers of streetlights illuminated the streets.
Keith stepped out of the car and looked into the lit living room.
In the past, he would only come to the help busily cleaning around or his father sitting on the couch poring over paperwork.
But now, under the bright crystal chandelier, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. His formidable father was unexpectedly on the play mat, fiddling with puzzle pieces. Owen, usually a handful, was quietly sprawled on the mat, calm and serene.
Alfred, forever busy, sat to the side with an ice cream cone, a benevolent smile creasing his wrinkled face.
Keith walked in.
A servant by the door swiftly greeted, "Mr. Keith."
Everyone on the play mat turned around at the sound of a voice.
Angela slowly lifted her head, her clear gaze landing on Keith.
She had seen him before, briefly outside Owen's hospital room, and remembered him.
He bore such a strong resemblance to her brother.
"Angie, meet my big brother!" Owen quickly introduced with a sense of pride, puffing out his chest. "I told you before. My brother looks a lot like yours. But the point is, he's not just like your brother. He's as smart as your brother."
There was unmistakable admiration in Owen's voice. He couldn't wait to see if Todd would dare to underestimate him now with a brother like his.
Keith approached and stopped before the playmat, his voice softening as he said, "Hi Angela, I'm Keith."
He raised his hand in a gesture to shake hands.
Owen was a bit anxious.
He had heard from Haley that Angie didn't care much for talking or physical contact with strangers.
Owen was worried that if Angela didn't shake hands with his brother, whom he had finally gotten to accept her, Keith get upset and start disliking Angie again.
Just as Owen's worry peaked, Angela tentatively extended her hand. She first retreated like a kitten tentative in its play, then reached out again slightly.
A slow smile emerged at the corners of Keith's usually stoic face. "If you don't like shaking hands," he murmured, "we can always do it next time."
The little girl quickly shook his hand before the words had entirely left his mouth.
Her palm was soft, like the paw of a kitten.
The icy mask on Keith's face seemed to melt away like winter snow as his voice grew even more tender. "Angela, I've got a gift for you. Come on, let me show you."
Angela hopped off the play mat. Ivan bent down and slipped her feet into fluffy bunny slippers.
Keith took her hand naturally, leading her to the living room balcony.
"This is a piano I got for you. It's got your name on it."
He pointed to a corner of the piano where Angela's name was etched in elegant, gold-lettered script, catching the light like crystal.
The little girl's fingertips slowly traced the letters as her bright eyes shone with delight.
She sat at the piano and began to play a nursery rhyme, and her touch was deft and assured.
Keith watched in mild surprise. "You play beautifully, almost exquisitely. It rivals an international master."
He was genuinely impressed, without a trace of exaggeration.
Owen sulked. He had only wanted to introduce his brother to Angela but it seemed she had forgotten about him after meeting Keith.
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