My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 776

Chapter 776

Bianca casually introduced Mary’s relatives to her. Mary swiftly stood and greeted them.

However, when Bianca didn’t go on to introduce her to them, Mary found herself getting anxious.

With a pompous smile, she said, “Greetings, everyone. This is my daughter, Penelope Berry, and I’m Mary Canter. Both of us were found not too long ago.”

The crowd was speechless.

Bianca was so angry that she almost fainted. I can’t believe Mary doesn’t know how to read the room and is so eager to present herself! She doesn’t have the composure of a prestigious family’s daughter at all.

The relatives, who were initially a little curious about Mary and Penelope, stared at Mary with slight shock.

Nevertheless, none of them showed their emotions on their faces because they were all very shrewd.

One of the aunts, Ysabelle Yate, smiled. “When you were little, I haven’t gotten married yet. So many years passed in the blink of an eye. You were very talented at playing the piano when you were a child, so much so that everyone called you a prodigy. I’ve missed you all these years.”

Her eyes reddened as she continued, “Back then, it really wasn’t my intention to lose you. Now that you’re back, I can finally put my guilt to rest.”

She had a very good relationship with her niece back then. One time, she brought the young girl to the mall to play. However, when she turned around, she couldn’t find her niece anymore.

Ryan’s grandfather ordered her to kneel in the memorial hall for three days and three nights as punishment. She kneeled for so long that her knees became swollen. As a result of the cold and wet

memorial hall, she developed arthritis. Whenever it rained, her knees would ache.

However, she never complained about it.

She was the one who hadn’t kept a close eye on her niece, and it was her fault her niece disappeared.

It was why she had been looking forward to the day when Mary returned.

Seeing Mary standing before her, Ysabelle couldn’t control herself any longer and hugged Mary. “I’m sorry for what I did, Mary. I’ve caused you to suffer for all these years.”

Mary was taken aback before she quickly replied, “No, no. I’ve had a pretty decent life, actually.”

“That’s enough, Ysabelle. You’re scaring everyone.” Bianca spoke plainly while Matilda rushed over to pull Ysabelle back to her seat. “This is supposed to be a happy day. You mustn’t cry.”

“Yes, yes, I’m not crying. These are just tears of joy.” Ysabelle grabbed some tissue papers and wiped her tears away. “Play a song for me, Mary. I love listening to you playing the piano.”

Mary’s expression froze. “The family I was taken into didn’t nurture my piano skills, so I’ve… forgotten how to play it.”

“How is that possible? You won awards in piano competitions when you were a child! How can you have possibly forgotten how to play? You were really good at playing back then. Even if your adopted family didn’t nurture your piano skills, you should at least remember how to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, right?”

Everyone in the Yates family was artistically talented. Even Ysabelle knew how to play two different instruments.

Almost everyone couldn’t help but turn their attention to Mary.

Mary’s face was flushed red with embarrassment. D*mn it! Why is the whole “knowing how to play the piano” a thing? I’ve never learned how to play the piano, nor am I talented at it!

Penelope also didn’t know how to play the piano because she never liked the instrument.

However, Ashlyn had always been interested in playing the piano.

Mary was getting beyond frustrated and was at a loss for words.

Seeing how things were getting awkward, Bianca spoke up. “Since she has forgotten how to play it, let’s just forget about it. She’ll have time to relearn it in the future. Matilda, hire a piano teacher tomorrow and have them teach Mary and Penelope how to play.”

W-What? That can’t be real… Mary started feeling dizzy. Why should I learn something as useless as playing the piano at my age? It’s not like it can benefit me in any tangible way!

A relative smiled at Penelope and asked, “Do you have any other talents, Ms. Berry? Your uncle is a talented pianist. While your mother doesn’t know how to play the instrument, do you?”

Penelope felt embarrassed.

She had always been a lazy child who found learning stuff like that annoying. Naturally, she didn’t have any talents.