Audrey thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Sure, but this is just the first draft; some parts might need to be changed later on.'

Hearing this, Evelyn beamed with joy, excitedly opening the lyrics sheet, her expression sincere. After a moment, she slapped her thigh in excitement, her eyes shining, and said, "This is fantastic! And this is just the draft? I think it's perfect already, much better than those popular songs out now!"

Just by looking at the lyrics, Evelyn could tell the song had incredible depth; it might even outshine Toasting in popularity.

Audrey smiled humbly and said, "You're too kind, and there's still a lot that needs improving." Hearing this, Francis became interested in the lyrics.

But he didn't want to admit it openly, thinking it might be embarrassing, so he said with a touch of sarcasm, "It's just a song, and how good could it really be?"

Evelyn, knowing her husband's personality, handed him the lyrics and said, "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Francis got the lyrics sheet as he wanted, and after reading it, he felt a bit surprised inside. He had to admit that the lyrics were really well-written.

Each line seemed heavy, but together, they exuded an indescribable sense of power.noveldrama

It was like stubborn seeds breaking through the dark soil under the spring rain, making one's soul tremble involuntarily.

Especially the chorus-each line had a stirring force.

Francis read the lyrics, "Never bowing to pain; not surrendering to a life weathered by storms; only to emerge anew from the depths of life's valleys."

Francis's fingertips trembled slightly as he held the paper, looking at Audrey, and asked, "Did you really write these lyrics yourself?"

Audrey's expression suddenly tightened. Those words unconsciously brought her memories back to the moment when Yelimia and others accused her of copying.

She was about to explain, but before she could even start, Evelyn interrupted with obvious dissatisfaction, "Francis, what do you mean by that?"

Evelyn stood with her hands on her hips, fiercely glaring at her man, and said without mercy, "You should be proud to have such a talented daughter-in-law. How dare you question her? What, do you think she copied this song?"

Her mouth kept going like a machine gun, not giving Francis any chance to speak.

Francis felt a bit wronged and waited for her to finish before he explained softly, "I just said it without thinking..."

To restore his image in Evelyn's

eyes, he could only say, "I wasn't accusing her of copying. I just thought the lyrics were too heavy

and different from her

songs. It doesn't seem like

something a young girl her age could write."

In theory, Audrey shouldn't have had the experience to capture the oppressive, desperate struggle for survival, yet she did.

Francis was genuinely astonished, which is why he asked.

Evelyn started scolding him again, calling him narrow-minded. She said, "Artists create based on imagination, not just real experiences. Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'You don't have to eat pork to know what aptg

a pig looks like'?"

Without facing major hardships, Audrey still managed to write such exciting lyrics, proving she's genuinely talented.

Audrey listened to their chatter, surprised that Francis knew she had written lyrics before. It even seemed he might have heard them.

For a moment, Audrey found Francis's awkwardness unexpectedly charming.

She chuckled softly and confessed, "Mrs. Evelyn Hayes, don't blame Mr. Francis Hayes. This song wasn't written about my life; it was actually written for Sunny."

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