Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 The Lindsey Heirloom

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Morty was clearly very interested in her and was quite tkative, throwing out many topics and even humming a snippet of a lyric.

This time, Tatiana was truly surprised.

Morty smiled. “Tati, did you think I was joking? I truly love this song. I’ve always wanted to meet you, and today is a great honor.”

Emily interjected. “Grandmother wanted to meet you carlier. Shall we go over now?”

Mentioning business finally pulled Morty’s attention away. He said reluctantly, “Tati, let’s talk later.”

The two women walked away together.

“Tatiana.”

She turned and was stunned. “Chandler.”

Chandler, dressed in a sharp suit, stood behind her at some point, his eyes filled with unconcealed yearning.

She avoided his gaze.

“Tatiana, do you know Morty?”

“No.”

“It’s best if you don’t. This Morty is the Holt family scion just back from abroad. His reputation isn’t good; he’s known to be quite promiscuous, though not many people know about it. Madam Lindsey is preparing to partner with the Holt family, and the two families intend to set up Emily and Morty.”

Tatiana frowned, then wore a wry smile. “Why are you telling me this?”

“I’m worried you’ll be deceived.”

She sighed. “Is that what you think of me?”

“No! Tatiana, of course not. But you simply don’t realize.”

How many people are looking at you!

The attention drawn by a dazzling star is enough to generate ovetousness.

“Don’t realize what?”

Chandler swallowed the rest of his sentence. “Nothing. How have you been recently?”

He changed the subject.

The two talked for a long while, the atmosphere remaining peaceful.

Jasper, standing a short distance away, stared intently, the emotions churning in his eyes terrifying, instantly silencing the business partner he was conversing with.

He had only felt this kind of intimidating presence from Jasper when he was about to crush a company-

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Chapter 291 The Lindsey Heirloom

no, it was even more intense now.

Just as Jasper was preparing to walk over, Lindsey slowly emerged, surrounded by a crowd.

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Lindsey looked to be in good spirits, smiling broadly, wearing a dignified, modernized gown. Despite her age, her former graceful demeanor was still

apparent.

Lindsey was supported by someone, who held her armfectionately. The person was around forty years. old and radiated a gentle aura.

That was Donnic, the person currently managing the family’s assets in Lindsey’s stead. He was highly capable, and even her husband was full of praise for hin

Jasper glanced over, then retracted his gaze. He was indeed an impressive figure.

Lindsey greeted the guests courteously, then suddenly asked, “Where is Emily? Why is she missing?” Donnie smiled in response. “That girl is probably preparing a surprise for you, Grandmother.”

“A surprise? At my age, I hardly need such things.”

Although Lindsey appeared to be in good spirits, Donnie knew very well that she was a spent arrow, likely not having much time left.

Just then, the lights suddenly dimmed, and a single spotlight shone on the center of the banquet hall.

A pleasant piano melody began to play.

Someone was performing a piano piece, and soft humming followed, spilling out with the music.

Lindsey was deeply startled, looking over in that direction.

Emily was playing the piano seriously, her hands dancing across the black and white keys, her mouth opening and closing as she began to sing.

The prelude was a mother’s gentle whisper, filled with anticipation, longing for the birth of a new life.

Emily’s voice naturally leaned towards the gentle side, which perfectly suited this song, which lacked high notes. Coupled with the exceptionally beautiful melody everyone overlooked her less–than–skilled piano technique and vocal performance.

The entire hall fell silent.

Only Lindsey’s eyes gradually turned red. Clutching a handkerchief, she watched Emily intently.

How could she not know this song?

This was Yvonne’s song.

It was the song Yvonne hadn’t finished writing.

She had looked at it time and time again, praying each me that her daughter would return.

This longing had lasted twenty–six years.

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