Chapter 1125:

George’s piercing stare bore into her. “Why that piece? What do you know about it?”

Instead of answering, Elyse countered with her own question. “Since you’re here, how about I play something else for you?”

George’s brow furrowed. “What are you playing at?”

Elyse’s smile never wavered as she announced, “Violin Concerto in E Minor.”

As the first notes soared, George’s eyes widened in shock.

Anthony looked on, bewildered by his father’s intense reaction to the admittedly beautiful piece.

The crunch of tires heralded new arrivals. Jayden and Edward pulled up, the music drawing them in.

“See? I knew she’d be here,” Jayden remarked, a hint of smugness in his tone.

Edward’s face hardened. “Fine, you were right,” he ground out.noveldrama

Jayden exited the car with fluid grace. “It’s not about being right. I simply understand her.”

His casual confidence grated on Edward, whose irritation simmered just below the surface.

As they entered the yard, both men stopped short. George stood before them, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks.

Their jaws dropped; they were unable to understand why the old man was crying.

Elyse lowered her bow, surprise etched across her features. She had hoped to move George, but the depth of his emotion caught her off guard.

George’s uncontrolled sobbing sent a shock of panic through Elyse. In a desperate tone, she turned to Anthony and said, “Get your dad some tissues, please!”

Startled, Anthony quickly returned to the moment and rushed inside the house to grab some tissues.

George seemed lost in his thoughts. After a short while, he looked at Elyse and said, “I’m so sorry. I need to rest now. Can we continue this conversation tomorrow?”

Realizing that George was too overwhelmed to talk further, Elyse nodded in agreement. “We’ll talk tomorrow, then.”

Elyse passed the violin back to Anthony and watched as he helped George make his way back to the cabin.

Elyse hesitated, touching her head and wondering whether her approach to the situation had been helpful or if it had made things worse.

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