Chapter 972
Angela's sobs echoed in Camilla's ears, and the crowd around them was in shock.
"Why is the genius pianist Angela calling her mom?"
"I was lucky enough to catch one of Angela's concerts where she played 'To Mother,' a piece for her late mom."
"Did she grow up without a mom?"
"Look, that woman looks stunned."
"I'd be freaked out too if a nine-year-old suddenly called me mom."
"If Angela called me 'Mom,' I'd be over the moon. I'm a huge fan!"
"Keep dreaming, you're not even close."
Angela's cries and the crowd's chatter buzzed around Camilla like a swarm of bees.
Taking a deep breath, Camilla said, "Sweetie, I'm really not your mom. But if you miss her, I can stay with you and talk."
Angela sniffled, her clear eyes locked onto Camilla's face, clutching her sleeve like she was afraid she'd vanish.
"I'm hungry. Can you eat with me?"
Camilla checked the time. It was just after three, perfect for some afternoon tea.
The little girl looked so sad that Camilla's heart melted. "Sure, let's get something to eat."
Angela wiped her tears, her face going blank again. She turned back and said calmly, "Wait here for me. I'll be back after I eat."
The bodyguard at the front was Dominic Mitchell, a distant relative of Alfred from the Winston Family. Since Angela's global tour started, Dominic had been her bodyguard and assistant.
He bowed respectfully. "Miss Winston, let me accompany you."
Angela's safety was the top priority for the Winston Family. He couldn't let her be alone with a stranger.
Angela frowned. She didn't want Dominic to get in the way of her time with her Mommy.
But, she motioned for Dominic to come closer, and he leaned in.
"Dominic, when I'm eating with Mommy, take some photos of us secretly."
Dominic was taken aback. "Miss Winston, is this really your mom?"
"Just listen to me," Angela said, pursing her lips. "And don't tell my dad or my brothers, got it?"
Dominic nodded quickly, sneaking a glance at Camilla.
The woman was indeed beautiful, with familiar features. She did look a bit like Angela.
Dominic had looked up photos of Haley online before, but now he couldn't quite remember her face.
Whatever Angela said went.
Camilla took Angela to a restaurant downstairs. They sat across from each other.
The soft light of the restaurant highlighted Angela's calm and elegant face. She was clearly a young lady from a wealthy family.
"Your name is Angela Winston, right?" Camilla asked gently.
"I used to be called Angela Deross." Angela's eyes sparkled like glass. "My family just calls me Angela."
Camilla nodded.
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