Finally Know What’s Missing
“Miss Hathaway, do you happen to be free today? I have a dire issue I don’t know how to fix. Can you
please help me with it?”
“Of course. How about this? Why don’t we meet at a cafe?” With that, Hathaway told Susan the
address before hanging up.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at their rendezvous point.
“I’m really sorry for bothering you on the weekend.” Once again, Susan put on her acting cap and
looked apologetically at Hathaway, who suspected nothing at all. In fact, she thought this young woman
was well-bred. “No trouble at all. Have you had your breakfast?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, I have.”
After an exchange of pleasantries, Hathaway went straight to the point. “Well, what is it that you’re
having trouble with?”
“Here’s the thing—my ensemble will be having a Christmas concert. I want to do my best on stage, but
because my music style stands out too much, it doesn’t blend well with the rest of the group, and this
has affected my performance very much. I’ve been trying to do something about it lately, but the results
are less than promising,” Susan explained her issue. “Do you have any advice you can give me?”
“From what I saw during your last performance, your style is practically developed at this point. You’ll
need to put in a lot of effort if you want to readjust it.” Hathaway looked at Susan with a frown.
“It’s okay.” Susan nodded. “As long as there’s a way to change it, I’ll do it no matter what it takes.”
Hathaway ultimately agreed to help after seeing how determined the young woman was, coupled with
her appreciation for talent. “Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll need a better picture of your
music style before I can present you with a specific plan.”
Susan agreed and followed her out of the cafe.
After returning to the place she once called home, emotions stirred within Susan as she looked at the
familiar setting.
When she followed Hathaway into the living room, she noticed it was now very different from how she
remembered it to be. At the same time, nothing had changed.
Gradually, she realized what was up; what used to be hers was now gone from the living room, and the
revelation left a bad taste in her mouth.
Hathaway, however, didn’t notice the change in Susan’s mood. She sat on the couch and asked Susan
to play the violin.
At that, the latter collected herself and began playing.
Very quickly, melodious music resounded through the living room, but Hathaway fell into a trance, for
Susan’s performance was identical to Kathleen’s.
She fell into deep thought for a moment, and tears began pooling in her eyes.
A few minutes later, Susan finished her performance and felt truly pleased to see Hathway in tears.
She had deliberately pulled her old music style out. Judging from her missing belongings in the living
room, she believed Hathaway had forgotten about her daughter named Kathleen. How could she allow
Hathaway to forget about her?!
As the thought crossed her mind, she went up to Hathaway grimly and handed her a tissue. She then
asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Miss Hathaway?”
After coming back to herself, Hathaway hurriedly wiped her tears away. “Sorry, your piece reminded me
of my daughter.”
On the other side of Vienna, Nicholas took Tessa out for a road trip while Timothy stayed to babysit
Gregory after breakfast.
On the road, Tessa asked, “Where are we going?”
“Someone sent me an invitation to an art gallery a couple of days ago. Since it’s also about art, I
thought it might help you.” Nicholas smiled at Tessa as he disclosed their destination.
Tessa was touched, for she knew Nicholas was trying to help her.
When the couple arrived, many were already silently admiring the artwork, if not whispering to one
another.
The couple very quickly joined the rest, taking their time to admire the pieces on the wall.
The artworks were split into two exhibitions—scenery and portrait—and every piece of artwork was
exquisite, conveying different stories from one another.
After a morning of looking around, Tessa was inspired by some of these artworks.
“I’ve figured out what’s missing!” She looked toward Nicholas with joy and eagerly dragged him home.
At last, she finally came up with a piece that she was pleased with.
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