Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1314

Chapter 1314:

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Elyse’s breath caught in her throat. While she’d known of Celeste’s forthright nature, the severity of her criticism was startling. The contestant’s powerful backing was evident, yet while other judges chose diplomatic silence, Celeste stood her ground.

Her voice rang clear through the speakers.

“I don’t know who gave you the audacity to perform before me with such inadequate skills. Your playing is atrocious, and you have no place here.”

Celeste’s expression hardened.

“Tell whoever is behind you—zero means zero. Don’t expect special treatment.”

Elyse marveled, recognizing the deep passion behind the harsh words. “Celeste truly has zero tolerance for imperfection when it comes to the violin.”

Driscoll appeared at her side, refilling her tea.

“I know Celeste,” he shared with a gentle smile. “She was Cody’s teacher in his youth. Without her guidance, he wouldn’t have become the world-renowned violinist he is today.”

Elyse’s eyes widened at this revelation.

Before she could fully process this information, Celeste’s voice thundered from the TV once more.

“Let me be clear. As long as I’m on this show, I won’t let you become another Elyse Lloyd, winning first place through such underhanded means.”

The words struck Elyse like a physical blow. She sat stunned, blindsided by being used as a negative example.

Celeste’s unwavering stance seemed determined to tarnish her reputation, leaving Elyse to wonder about the depth of Celeste’s apparent hatred for both Cody and her father.

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“How dare she say that about you?” Driscoll’s outrage was palpable. “Your first-place victory was earned through pure talent and dedication. How can she suggest otherwise?”

A wry smile crossed Elyse’s face. “She has always held this belief. I’ve never understood what convinced her that I cheated my way to success.”

Driscoll frowned, his indignation clear. “That’s nothing but prejudice! If only she’d open her eyes and see the truth. Your skill speaks for itself.”

On screen, the disgraced contestant retreated with flaming cheeks, while Celeste held her rigid posture, her sharp gaze promising no quarter for mediocrity in the competition ahead.

Half an hour later, Chloe’s call came through, her voice tight with concern. “You’re trending now. Celeste’s attack, questioning your legitimate win, has stirred up considerable controversy.”

Elyse drummed her fingers thoughtfully before speaking. “Can we add something to my schedule?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I want to appear on Celeste’s show as a contestant.”

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