This day, Arya came to Eric's ward again. She specially brought a bucket of chicken soup with all kinds of medicinal materials in it. Anyway, Eric was her grandson. She felt sorry for him.
Although she didn't like Megan at all, she had to put up with it for the sake of the next generation, as long as Lucian wouldn't choose such a woman.
Lucian worked for a long time last night and didn't rest on the sofa until early in the morning. Although he was still lying, he had already picked up his phone to check the message from Fred.
It seemed that the public was not optimistic about the two of them. There were comments everywhere cursing Megan. He knew that when news like this appeared, the weak must be women. He was really apologetic that Megan was scolded because of him. He then ordered Fred to stop this matter as soon as possible, no matter what method he could use.
When he was lying on the sofa and telling Fred to do this, Arya pushed the door open and came in.
He immediately stood up from the sofa and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"
"Can't I see my grandson?" Arya took a look at Lucian, who was lying on the sofa. It seemed that he had slept on the sofa last night. Why didn't he come back home for no reason? Why did he have to lie on the sofa? Did he really want to be a good father?
Stopped being silly. How could a woman like Megan educate a good child? Now that he was kind to them, maybe she would scold him for not raising their child.
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lly applauded.
"Are you two professional musicians?" The salesman said in a southern accent.
Becky shook her head. She wasn't interested in music before. It was all because of that man.
She was lost in thought for one or two seconds and wore the tiny ring on the piano with a smile on her face. "I'm flattered."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and turned around. She wanted to see who the person who had just played the piano with her was. That familiar feeling, if she was right...
"It's really you." When Becky saw Aron in a white shirt and a black suit, she quickly lowered her head with a shy pink face.
"I saw you come in just now, so I followed you. Since you were still playing the previous songs, I played it with you." Aron's voice was always so gentle.
What he meant was even more intoxicating. With a pink face, Becky finally raised her head and looked into Aron's eyes.
Becky blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. She asked, "Have I made any progress after practicing for so many years?"
"You have made great progress."
She asked, "So can I play the same song with you?"
There was a kind of affection spreading in her eyes. She didn't say much and had already integrated all the words into her eyes. She walked towards Aron, as if she was walking towards her dream for many years.
Aron could feel a strong emotion rushing towards him. Although what she asked was about the melody, it should contain more.