"I told you before that my biological parents’ last na is Zachmann..."
She rembered that on the day she acknowledged her kin, she had visited his clinic to give him so candy pellets and casually ntioned it.
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before he forced out, "...You did tell , but you didn’t say back then that it was the McKinney Zachmann Family!"
"What’s the difference between the Zachmann of McKinney Zachmann Family and the Zachmans of Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li?"
"..." Damn impressive!
The phone fell silent again for about five seconds, and then decisively changed the topic.
"So, what’s the deal with Amadeus Yancey?"
"... A friend." A good friend.
Nathalie Quinlan was not soone who liked to explain. If it hadn’t been for their good relationship, she would have already hung up on anyone else.
She succinctly explained the matter of treating Edric, letting Lowie Wilmar know that Amadeus Yancey was the ’client’ who reached her through him to treat a family mber.
But she didn’t ntion that Amadeus Yancey had a very good relationship with Audrick Zachmann and that they were now living in the sa villa.
After hanging up the phone, Nathalie Quinlan opened the chat window she had previously left unanswered, her emotions a bit complex.
She had never imagined that after she left, Stanley Zachmann and Amadeus Yancey would stand up for her.
This feeling was too subtle, as if all of a sudden there was armor on her back.
*
The Zachmann Family in Beijing.
Celine Tucker was arranging flowers in the living room when Caryn Zachmann ca in from outside. Celine put down the narcissus flowers she was halfway through cutting, wiped her hands, and said elegantly, "You’re back?"
"Yes, I just went back to school to get my certificate."
Caryn Zachmann placed a red certificate on the table as if she was already accustod to such things, maintaining her composure superbly and displaying the deanor of a young lady from a prestigious family.
She put down her things and approached Celine Tucker, saying softly, "Mom, I see dad’s car still parked outside. Wasn’t he supposed to go to McKinney to celebrate Nathalie’s birthday? Why didn’t he go?"
At the ntion of this, Celine Tucker’s well-maintained face showed a montary look of disdain, but it was fleeting before she regained her usual poised and elegant deanor. "It’s nothing, your uncle called him and said there was no need to go. The birthday party was ruined, and apparently, Nathalie got into an argunt with soone."
"Got into an argunt?" Caryn Zachmann was sowhat taken aback and after her surprise, she snorted, "... As expected, a mongrel can’t make it to the high table."
How could such a person co back to Beijing.
Would she embarrass them by returning to Beijing?
Celine Tucker didn’t care about a niece who had been left to fend for herself outside for over a decade; she was more concerned about her own daughter. Seeing Caryn Zachmann place the piano association’s award certificate on the table, she picked it up and looked at it, her pride barely concealed, "Another first place?"
"How was the competition this ti?"
Caryn Zachmann shrugged her shoulders, seemingly indifferent. "Not bad, I guess. There was a second place that was pretty good, but I heard she stole soone else’s piece and was disqualified."
Truth be told, her first place was hanging by a thread this ti. According to her tutor, many judges wanted to give first place to the second-place work initially. However, since the performance of that piece was rely average, they ultimately decided her work was slightly better after much consideration.
She studied in the dical Departnt of Tsinghua University, yet she excelled in music as well, having a bit of fa dostically, and she won music awards so often it was almost routine.
If one truly had to compare her with soone from the younger generation, it would probably be that Lighten Chaser, the one who always enjoyed acting mysteriously and putting on airs.
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