I didn’t go to Christopher because this was a fight between women, and it would seem pointless for Christopher to come forward. After deliberating about it, I finally decided to look for Monica.
In order to find the cause of the problem, I went to Monica to see what she had to say. After all, she saw herself as a goddess, and it would not look good on her if her family ended up bankrupting the rival’s family. Thus, she wouldn’t want her reputation to be tarnished.
I was pretty proud of my intelligence since I was able to consider the root problem and come up with such a strategy. I would never have thought of this if it were before. Under normal circumstances, I would go to Christopher for help eighty percent of the time.
The Martin family resided on the mountainside in an antique-styled mansion. When I arrived, there were many housekeepers in the garden. Monica would be performing in two days so she must be preparing for the concert. Before I got close to the mansion, I heard the pleasant sound of a piano from afar.
It sounded beautiful and ethereal, but the melody was woven with notes of sadness and sorrow, as though the song was telling a tragic story.
The servant led me to the piano room and constantly reminded me not to disturb Monica practicing the piano and told me to wait. Since I was here to seek her help, I had to bear with it; so I waited obediently on the bench outside. After a few moments, I got a little bored and went out for a walk.
The melody of the piano continued to engulf me with the sensation of despair, putting me in agony. Music could really affect someone’s mood. As I walked in the door, I was surprised by the interior of the room.
The walls of the small room were full of Christopher’s photos of different sizes. Each of them captured the captivating charm of Christopher.
Some of his younger photos looked awkward, unlike the current beautifully evil Christopher. However, there was one thing in common. All of them had Christopher and Monica in the frame.
Those photos were like telling a love story between childhood friends and the memories of them growing up together.
It would be false to say that I wasn’t jealous. For many years, it wasn’t me who stood next to Christopher, but Monica. However, Christopher only met me when I was thirteen. We had known each other for seven years on the internet. If he hadn’t left Avenport, the time of when we first met would have been even earlier than the time I met Lyle.
“I have known Chris for a very long time.” Monica walked into the room in her glittering heels. She pointed and said, “Look. Everyone who knows us thinks we are in love and will be married to each other.”
I didn’t notice that the piano had stopped. The piano room became quiet, and all I could hear was the clatter of heels.
“There’s no such thing as first come, first served in love,” I replied softly.
“You’re right. Then, it is not wrong for me to do something for my love, right? I just want to save my relationship.”
Monica had her arms hugged. Her tone was soft and not rushed. She had the gentlest temperament among the women I have met, a perfect exposition of a gentlewoman.
I had to admit that she was right. I came to ask her not to take action against the Tanner family, but not a single word came up in my mind after hearing that.
“That said, you must know why I’m here. I am sure your father’s dealing with the Tanner family must be your doing, right?”
“Is it that important to know if it was my doing? We’re a family of business people. We focus on the results.” Monica smiled and continued, “I knew you wouldn’t tell Chris. This is a fight between women after all.”
