From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1633

Chapter 1633: Extra 706 – The One Deeply In Love Cannot Cross_4 Chapter 1633: Extra 706 – The One Deeply In Love Cannot Cross_4 Sheila Cook bit her lip: “I got it, Uncle Keanu, could you give me Anton’s address in Pethkids?”

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“Sure.”

Sheila opened a ticket booking app, without raising her head, she said: “Send me your national identity number, I’ll book the plane tickets.”

Edric Lewis lit up his mobile screen, “I’ve already bought them.”

Sheila Cook widened her eyes, “How did you get my national identity number?”

“The Student Union had your information, I memorized it after a quick glance.”

Sheila slapped her forehead, how could she forget, he was the backbone of the Student Union.

The two of them rushed to hail a taxi to the airport and by the time they reached Pethkids, it was already noon.

Sheila found Anton Cook’s residence as per the address sent by Keanu Ledger.

Just as they exited from the elevator, they heard the mesmerizing melody of a piano.

It was the world classical piece, ‘Wedding in Dreams’.

Enraptured by the stunning melody, Sheila seemed to see a sensuous picture gradually unfolding before her.

A pair of lovers embraced by the lakeside at dusk, promising lifelong companionship.

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But things changed so quickly, as if the weather was unexpectedly stormy.

The rhythm continued to rise, reaching the climax at an octave jump.

They were in love but couldn’t be together, his heart ached tremendously.

He could only choose self-exile, sinking into an infinite world of fantasies.

Sheila’s eyes were a bit moist, her uncle Anton had never stepped out from it, he was immersed in the world of music, perhaps there, were the people he yearned for.

Even if it was only a fantasy, he’d rather numb himself forever than endure the pain of conscious reality.

Next to her, Edric Lewis was deeply intoxicated, too.

The musician had poured all his emotion into the performance that could bring even the coldest person to tears.

No wonder he’s his idol, even his piano skills are masterful.

Sheila walked up to input the code and open the door.

The password was easily known – it was Aubree’s birthday.

On the balcony, a man sat in front of the piano engrossed in his playing.

He hadn’t noticed that someone had come.

Perhaps, even if someone had come, he wouldn’t have cared.

This man seemed to have an inexhaustible energy, replaying the same piano piece over and over again.

Sheila walked over and abruptly shut the piano lid.

“Uncle Anton,”

Anton Cook raised his head, with an indifferent expression, “Why are you here?”

There was not the slightest hint of emotion in his eyes.

He seemed to treat her not as his own blood-related niece, but as a stranger.

Sheila had always thought that her uncle’s mental illness was serious, but there was nothing she could do about it.

“Uncle, it’s lunchtime.

You should eat now.

Could you please treat me?” she probed.

Anton got up.

“Okay, what do you want to eat?”

Sheila breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s have hot pot.”

There was a hotpot restaurant near the community, although there were no private rooms available, there was still a vacant seat in the corner of the hall.

As soon as the three of them sat down, they could hear a group of old ladies behind them having a heated discussion.

“Let me tell you, this Buddhist Nunnery is really accurate in fulfilling wishes.

My son’s wife was married for five years and never got pregnant, she was constantly seeking medical experts and taking lots of medicines, but nothing happened.

A few months ago, I went to pray, and guess what, a few days ago, my daughter-in-law had a check-up, and she was pregnant.”

The old woman talked passionately, “As long as you sincerely hope, it will definitely be fulfilled.

I heard from experienced sisters that vegetarianism and release of captive animals are most effective, and you should also constantly do good deeds.

The Buddha has a keen sight, and he is watching every move.

If you do bad deeds, you will go to Hell.”

Saying this, she tilted her eyes towards the old woman with droopy eyes across her.

That old woman, Doris Lewis, was clearly displeased, wanting to say something but held back.

“Juliette Baker, you want to ask for your son’s marriage, right?

You should go and make a wish, but you need to change your temper too.

You scared your previous daughter-in-law away, who knows if Buddha has been pissed off and cut off your son’s marriage line.”

The old woman with droopy eyes, Doris Lewis, coldly sneered: “You guys believe in any wild temple?”

“Hush, you must not disrespect the Buddha, you will commit verbal wrongdoings.”

“Moreover, not everyone can see the Buddha, only those destined will have the chance, just like me…”

At this moment, a deep and husky voice intervened: “May I ask, Ladies, which temple are you talking about?”

The old woman who started the conversation turned her head.

She saw a man with a hat and mask, his eyes under the brim of the hat were as deep and black as the night, inexplicably startling.

Across from the man was a pair of good-looking young man and lady.

They were looking curiously towards them.

The old woman laughed: “You guys must be from another place, aren’t you?

It’s okay if you don’t know, there’s a Whitehead Mountain to the west of Pethkids.

There’s a Silent Moon Temple on the mountain, where they worship a universal Buddha.

Making a wish there is very effective.

But in the recent years, the miasma on Whitehead Mountain has been very heavy, and ordinary people can’t reach there at all.

If you are not making the wish with a sincere heart, I advise you not to go.”

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