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After Peter’s competition win, I’d contacted a missing persons organization. They’d found a match. Peter had met his biological father that morning. A DNA test confirmed it. He’d come to
tell me.
“His name is David Zhou. He lives in
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Connecticut. He’s taking me home.” Peter’s
eyes flickered with uncertainty.
David Zhou? Connecticut?
“The David Zhou? The billionaire?” As Mark’s
wife, I knew the name. A business tycoon, far
wealthier than Mark.
“I don’t know. But he seems… well–off.” Peter
shrugged, then looked at me intently. “Lily,
come with me. I’ll take care of you.”
I chuckled. “Sweetie, I’m fine. I don’t need
anyone to take care of me.” I patted his head.
“Go home. Practice. You’ll conquer the world.”
Peter nodded, gave me a long look, and left. I
stretched, returning to my roses. Once they
bloomed, I’d enjoy the fruits of my labor. But
that was a slow process. I wasn’t going to wait
around. I had a life to live. Piano was just the
beginning. I was blooming, vibrant and
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multifaceted. Gym, travel, dance, painting… |
was free to explore.
