Chapter 208 The Real Socialite of the Jones Family
Aaron glanced at the missed call and could already guess why Susanna had called.
Sam was at a loss for words. "Up to you!"
Aaron's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "If she asks about today, what should I say?"
Sam covered his face, looking a bit helpless. "Answer however you want."
'There's no saving him; Aaron's trapped,' Sam thought.
Aaron stared at his phone but decided not to call back, just setting it aside.
Sam looked over, surprised. "You're not calling her back?"
Aaron replied smugly, "I'm waiting for her to come to me."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked.
"She's got so much money now, she won't sleep well tonight. She'll come to me."
Aaron wore a confident smirk, knowing Susanna wasn't materialistic.
Sam saw Aaron's cocky attitude and sighed. He thought Aaron was just a little interested in Susanna, but now it was clear it was much more.
The next morning, the first thing Susanna did was check her phone. No call from Aaron.
Last night, she called once but got no answer. Figuring he was busy, she didn't call again, waiting for him to return her call.
She waited and waited until she fell asleep. When she woke up, still nothing from Aaron.
'What's Aaron thinking?' Susanna wondered.
By now, Aaron must know about the divorce agreement, which gave her the Abbott Group shares, leaving him nearly broke.
He was almost penniless now, yet he seemed unfazed.
Susanna, however, was anxious. Holding this property agreement made her uneasy; it wasn't wealth she could accept.
Dividing the shares was no small matter. If word got out, it would definitely affect Abbott Group's stock price and easily let Maria know about her divorce from Aaron.
No matter what, she had to resolve this quietly.
After getting up, Susanna went straight to the school.
With so many arrangements to be made in the auditorium, she felt the need to oversee everything herself. If Erica tried anything sneaky, she had to be ready to stop it.
Given the school's emphasis on this concert, the setup was moving quickly.
Susanna felt relieved seeing the almost fully arranged auditorium. Most of it was done, and the remaining details could be handled in time.
At noon, Susanna went to the music academy to practice a piano piece.
As she neared the building, she unexpectedly ran into Erica, feeling a bit helpless at how often they crossed paths.
Erica spoke first, "Susanna, practicing in secret again? Give it up. No matter how long you practice, you can't compare to the top students here. Why embarrass yourself?"
A tall girl next to Erica chimed in, "Ms. Jones, why bother with her? She's a dropout; she can't compare to us."
Susanna raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know why Tommy's grandfather lived so long?"
Erica squinted suspiciously. "What does that have to do with what we're talking about?"
The girl next to her echoed, "Yeah, what does Tommy's grandfather's longevity have to do with us?"
"Exactly, it has nothing to do with you, so mind your own business!"
With that, Susanna walked towards the teaching building. Realizing the jab, Erica shouted after her, "Susanna, stop and explain yourself!"
Susanna turned back with a smirk. "Tommy's grandfather lived long ’ecause he minded his own beeswax! Whether I practice piano or not is none of your concern!"
She walked away, a slight smile on her lips, ignoring Erica's outburst.
Susanna was back at the piano, her old hobby. She never aimed to compete or join the music team; she just wanted to fulfill a childhood dream.
She couldn't remember much from her childhood, but playing the piano brought back vague memories.
Susanna found an empty classroom on the fourth floor. She took a deep breath and started playing a piece she remembered. Every time she heard this children's song, she felt at peace.
The piano's melody spread out, mingling with other musical instruments playing in the building.
Outside, Erica was fuming at Susanna's words, but then she heard a familiar piano piece.
Erica's expression changed. "Did you hear that?"
The girl next to her asked curiously, "Ms. Jones, what do you mean? I hear a lot of music; classes are still going on."
"No, the piano piece. Did you hear the children's song? Do you know who usually plays that?"
Erica had previously sent people to investigate those who had added her on WhatsApp, but none matched the identity she sought. They all denied knowing the children's piano piece.
Despite this, she distinctly remembered that melody. She had been present almost daily, and its absence left her questioning if it had been a figment of her imagination.
But now she heard it again.
Erica recorded the piano music on her phone, despite the other sounds, confident it was real.
After all, this piece was unforgettable for her.
The girl next to Erica said tentatively, "Ms. Jones, I heard you were looking for someone. Can you tell me what the piano piece is? I've been here a long time; maybe I can help you find them."
Erica smiled. "Actually, I'm looking for a childhood friend. We were very close, but we got separated for some reason. I've been looking for her. This piano piece is something we used to play together as kids; only we know it."
"Ms. Jones, what's your friend's name?"
"I met her at an orphanage. Don't get me wrong; I met her while doing charity work there."
Erica quickly covered up her background. She wouldn't tell anyone she grew up in an orphanage.
After speaking, Erica glanced at the teaching building, her eyes darkening.
She was almost certain that the real Jones family heiress was in this building!
