Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 79: Duet Performance Sebastian's warmth and enthusiasm didn't just take Clara by surprise-it left the entire circle of society ladies utterly stunned. After all, the few times they'd seen Sebastian in public, he had always come off as distant and aloof-too high and mighty to mingle. He was cool, cold, and downright savage when he opened his mouth. Clara smiled politely. "Mr. Storm, thank you for the invitation. Today's event has been incredibly meaningful.

It's actually my first time attending-aside from playing piano, is there anything else I can help with?" Sebastian was dressed casually today, relaxed and approachable, and he looked sharp-full of energy and good spirits. And in just the few short minutes they'd been chatting, several kids had already run up to him, greeting him like an old friend. Clearly, this wasn't his first time volunteering here. Clara couldn't help but look at him in a new light. A man who gave so much of himself, so selflessly? That was rare. Really rare.

---- Sebastian led her to a quieter corner of the hall and handed her the program list. "There are twenty acts today. Besides skits, martial arts, and a few instrumentals, the other twelve are song-and-dance numbers-all of which need piano accompaniment. Aside from the duet we'll be playing together, I'll handle the rest." Clara immediately waved her hands. "Oh no, no, no! That's a total waste of your talent! We can't have the world-famous concert pianist doing background accompaniment all afternoon! I'll take care of it!" Sebastian chuckled, gently declining.

"It'll last about an hour and a half. I couldn't possibly ask Mrs. Devereaux to wear herself out." Clara smiled brightly. "I love kids! I'm honestly happy to help in any small way I can-truly!" Sebastian saw the sincerity in her eyes and didn't press the matter further. "There's something else," he said, sounding just a litle embarrassed. "That day when I heard you play... I had the strangest sense of familiarity. Your fingering, the way you transitioned rhythms-it all felt like something I'd seen before. You mentioned your teacher was your mom, right?

Could you tell me her name?" ---- Clara hadn't expected that question, but she didn't hesitate. "My mother's name was Sue Hartley." Sebastian froze. His expression turned complicated-shocked, pleased, conflicted-all at once. He murmured under his breath, "I knew it. I knew I wasn't imagining things..." Clara's curiosity was instantly piqued. "You knew my mom?" Sebastian nodded. "Yes. We studied piano under the same teacher back in the day." Clara's eyes lit up with surprise, her smile growing warmer. "Wow, small world! I had no idea Mr. Storm knew my mother.

She never mentioned it once." Sebastian thought to himself, Of course she never did... Why would she want to bring me up? He gave a faint smile. "Well then, no need for formalities between us anymore. After all, your mother and I came from the same musical lineage." Clara nodded cheerfully. "Alright. You can just call me Clara." "Clara... then your mom-" Before Sebastian could finish, the emcee's voice rang out. The event was about to begin. ---- As thunderous applause filled the hall, the director of the orphanage took the stage to give an opening speech.

And right after that, the first performance of the day was Sebastian and Clara's piano duet. Clara took Sebastian's arm, and together, under a wave of enthusiastic applause, they walked slowly onto the stage. They sat down side by side on the long piano bench, shared a smile, and began to play. Though they'd never rehearsed together, their harmony was flawless. At that moment, Clara genuinely believed Sebastian and her mother had studied under the same teacher. Their fingering technique-it was uncannily similar. The melody filled the air, and the entire hall seemed to light up.

They had purposely chosen a song frequently played at the orphanage: "Lean on Me." Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow... But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow... What started as a piano performance soon blossomed