Chapter 670:

Elyse smiled bitterly. “My father is dead. Even if they wanted to reconcile, they couldn’t.”

“That’s true. Fate can be cruel,” Pearce responded. “A month ago, I told Grandma about Uncle Rickey’s death. She had only one thing to say.”

Elyse’s curiosity was piqued. “What did she say?”

“She said your father deserved to die, and it was right that he met his end,” Pearce admitted, glancing sheepishly at Elyse, clearly embarrassed.

Elyse’s expression remained stoic as she redirected her gaze toward Felicia in the resting area. She felt as if Felicia had been watching her.

Elyse pondered for a moment. “She forbade anyone in the family from playing the violin because my dad left home, right?”

Pearce nodded. “You guessed it.”

“My dad was a renowned violinist. It would be odd if I hadn’t figured that out,” Elyse replied helplessly.

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to play the violin in front of Felicia. “Do you think she would get angry if I told her I want to play the violin for her?” she blurted out.

Pearce became anxious. “Don’t do that. You’ll be kicked out.”

Elyse muttered, “Even so, I want to play a piece for her.”

Before Pearce could respond, Elyse calmly approached Felicia and knelt, bringing her eyes level with Felicia’s. He nervously whispered, “Don’t go. It took a lot of effort to bring you back home. Don’t mess it up.”

Ignoring him, Elyse confidently approached Felicia. Felicia regarded Elyse coldly, as if she were a stranger. “What are you doing here?” she asked emotionlessly.

“I want to talk to you,” Elyse said, smiling.

“I don’t know you, and I have nothing to say to you. Just leave,” Felicia ordered. Allowing Elyse into the house was already a considerable concession. She had no intention of mending her strained relationship with Rickey.

Elyse remained silent before softly saying, “Grandma, I came here with a wish to fulfill.”

Felicia’s gaze seemed to ask, “What does your wish have to do with me?”

Elyse continued, “I want to play a piece for you on the violin. Will you give me a chance?”

At the mention of the violin, Felicia’s demeanor changed. Her calm expression turned ferocious. “Who told you to play the violin? Don’t even dare! Get out of my house! I don’t want to see you at all!” she shouted.

Elyse, taken aback, quickly stood, looking lost.

Pearce immediately stepped in. “Grandma, I’m sorry. Please calm down. Elyse didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Didn’t mean to? As if!” mocked the girl beside Felicia.

“Thea, why are you here? Get lost!” Pearce’s voice dripped with disgust as he glared at the girl.

Thea Benson rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m unimportant. I’ll stay away from you. But an insignificant person like me won’t anger Grandma.” . . .