The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: The Resentment Downstairs

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"Was it really such a big deal that it was a bit noisy when he lived here before? I mean, he’s dead now, but he’s still not letting our family go! Everyone living in apartment buildings has some noise between upstairs and downstairs; if you have kids who love to run and jump, who’s able to control them?"

The speaker was the female head of the household. They had two kids, both around three or four years old—the prime age for running around. As she brought this up, she still felt wronged.

"He came to our house several times before, even complained to the property management about us, but I didn’t hold it against him! I even told him that if he couldn’t tolerate the noise, he could move to a villa. There would be no noise there, right?"

When the woman said this, her voice was lower as if she was afraid something might overhear. Admittedly, when she’d said it to the man earlier, her tone had been much more unapologetic.

Although she still didn’t think her kids were doing anything wrong, the fact that someone had died inevitably made her feel a bit guilty.

Scarlett Jennings, listening to her speak, glanced around the living room. In a corner sat a pile of toys strewn across the floor: a checkers board, mahjong tiles, toy cars, and... a small basketball.

Her gaze settled briefly on the unusually clean-looking basketball before she suddenly asked,

"Do your kids play basketball at home?"

The woman sounded slightly baffled, "If they don’t play at home, where else would they play? The basketball courts are crowded with big kids; little ones can’t get in and could easily get knocked over."

Ashton Todd couldn’t help but chime in, "There’s always some other empty spot in the community to play."

The woman shot back confidently, "Those places are dirty with people coming and going; if the kids play there for too long, they’d get covered in bacteria, bring it home, and see what happens. It’s better to play at home—clean and safe."

Ashton Todd: ...

He thought he might have figured out why the ghost harbored resentment toward this family.

Playing basketball indoors, combined with all the running and jumping, must’ve been deafening.

Perhaps Ashton’s expression was too revealing, and the woman started to get defensive.

"My kids don’t play ball at home every day! Just a couple of hours at most, and I’ve already talked to the downstairs neighbors! Those late-night noises? They’re not caused by us. It’s the upstairs family—there’s that young girl who loves dancing, jumping around at all hours. She even skips rope at half-past ten at night!"

Scarlett glanced again at the task details. Truth be told, she had been curious earlier. The notes mentioned noises coming from two different floors, which raised the question: why weren’t they just adjacent floors instead of above and below?

They were currently in apartment 1903, the deceased tenant had lived in 1803 below, and the other reportedly disturbed neighbors lived in 2003 above.

"Can the sound really travel through multiple floors like that?"

Scarlett’s question made Ashton Todd shake his head and immediately launch into an explanation,

"Modern apartment complexes have thin floors. Noise travels not only from upstairs but even between floors and units on the same level—it’s all crystal clear."

As he spoke, he couldn’t resist adding, "Clearly, you’ve never lived in an apartment building or dealt with the kind of nerve-wracking clamor from upstairs noise."

The woman glared at him upon hearing his contempt for upstairs disturbances.

Such a drama queen—getting "nerve-wracked" by mere noise.

Scarlett gave him a sly glance as well. She might’ve grown up in villas, whether with the Garrison Family or the Jennings Family, but she had lived in apartments before, thank you very much.

Granted, she had never experienced the agony of being worn down by upstairs noise.

She had a Silence Talisman.

It not only insulated her from noise coming from above but also ensured her household’s sounds wouldn’t bother others—a perfect two-way solution.

However, none of that was the focus of today’s issue.