Chapter 346 A Poem

Timothy raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Thanks for the compliment, idol!”

Mystro savored the veggie dish slowly, smiling. “Do you think it’s a surprise, Tilda?”

“Definitely. I’ve never tried a unique dish made by someone else before.”

Someone else?

Her words made Timothy pause for a second, but he didn’t dwell on it.

He kept serving his idol. “If you want something a little meaty and chewy, I’d recommend this one.”

Just then, a soft piano tune floated through the room.

Timothy froze. The band wasn’t supposed to start yet. Why was there piano music?

A name suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be Kayden?

“Sorry, I need to step out for a moment. Enjoy your meal.”

Timothy hurried away.

Tilda took a bite of the veggie dish, letting the music wash over her.

Mystro closed his eyes, clearly impressed. “That’s some amazing piano. I’ve never heard this piece before. Whoever’s playing is truly talented.”

Tilda pursed her lips. “… It feels like it’s speaking straight to the heart.”

The melody carried a warm feeling, like a calling for home.

It made her think of the disgusting Jensons.

They always showed up with fake smiles, clinging to her.

They even begged, putting on their “good family” act and hoping for her forgiveness.

But who could forgive the stupidity of Tilda’s previous life?

Who could put out that raging fire of hatred?

Meanwhile, Timothy had tracked down the source of the music. Sure enough, it was Kayden.

He wore a crisp white suit with a bright flower pinned to his chest. His fair fingers danced across the keys, producing a stunning melody.

Kayden might not match Justin in the technical aspect, but his real talent was composing.

In some ways, he drew more attention because he could play any instrument he touched.

If he wanted to compose, he had to master them all. Any song he wrote could easily make him a fortune.

Someone hurried over. “Mr. Robinson, Mr. Kayden insisted on performing. I thought since you two are close—”

“Forget it.”

Timothy waited patiently for Kayden to finish.

As Kayden got to his feet, he saw Timothy and strode directly toward him, locking eyes without flinching. “Sorry, Timothy.”

“Do you think I’m mad at you? Not at all.

“Having a composer like you play here is a huge honor. I could brag about this for years.

“But seriously, if you’re using my piano, a heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“Sorry, Timothy. But I had to play this piece for that person.”

Timothy met Kayden’s intense, unwavering stare and let out a helpless sigh.

“I don’t know what’s going on with your family, but you played that piece for Ms. Tilda, right?”

Kayden looked down. “Yeah. About our family and Tilda—”

“Forget it. I don’t want to get dragged into your family drama. Now that you’re done playing, why don’t you just sit and act like a normal guest?”

“… I’d like to ask for your help again.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

After Kayden finished, the band showed up at Ferris Wheel Diner and took over.

But they couldn’t reach his level or capture the same intense vibe from the new piece.

“He only did one song? That’s a shame. That pianist was amazing.

“I even wonder how Ferris Wheel Diner could afford someone like that. It felt more like a friend helping out.”

Mystro rubbed his chin, looking a bit regretful.

Tilda stayed quiet, her thoughts drifting to something unpleasant.

“What’s wrong, Tilda? Not liking the food?”

“No, it’s fine. I just… got lost in my thoughts for a second.”

Just then, Timothy came back to Tilda and Mystro.

“Sorry, there was a little hiccup just now. I had to handle it.

“Ms. Tilda, a guest left this manuscript for you.”

“For me?”

Tilda had a bad feeling.

She watched as Timothy handed her the manuscript. After a brief pause, she took it.

Looking inside, she saw the sheet music for that piano piece.

As she flipped through the pages, she discovered a poem tucked in.