Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 791

Chapter 791:

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“Rola’s talent in composing is undeniable. But Sophie? It’s anyone’s guess whether that video was a mere performance.”

Elma, overhearing the idle talk, clenched her fists, her irritation mounting. “They don’t know what they’re talking about! My sister’s piano skills are unmatched. They’re just spewing baseless rumors.”

Calvin, usually so composed, bristled with annoyance. “Their chatter is unbearable. I need to find a way to silence them.”

Elma cast a worried glance at Sophie, who remained still. “Calvin, do you think she’s troubled by their words? She seems so distressed.”

Calvin said nothing, his gaze icy as he watched those who scoffed the loudest.

Just then, Sophie lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. Spotting Elma and Calvin, she offered a reassuring smile, her eyes alight with warmth.

“Sophie!” Elma burst out, unable to hold back her joy as she jumped up, waving vigorously.

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From behind, a voice grumbled, “Who’s that child? So disruptive. Clearly, she’s not used to settings like this.” As soon as the words slipped out, the speaker felt a cold dread wash over him. He turned to find himself under Calvin’s chilling stare, which left him rattled, muttering under his breath, “This kid’s glare is pretty daunting, having such a fierce look at such a young age.” Elma’s beaming smile and subtle encouragement melted Sophie’s anxiety away.

With a deep, steadying breath, Sophie embraced Kallie’s encouraging words. The musical piece belonged solely to her. Shame had no place here.

Claiming her right to perform her own creation, Sophie breathed in deeply once more, her graceful fingers poised above the piano keys.

When Sophie played the first note, a breathtakingly celestial sound enveloped the room.

The previously unsettled audience fell silent, utterly mesmerized by the melody. Some attendees recognized the tune as the one Rola had played earlier. Yet, before their confusion could transform into vocal doubt, the profound emotional depth of Sophie’s performance rendered them speechless.

As Sophie delved deeper into the piece, vivid memories of her family enveloped her, enhancing her connection to the music that was dedicated to them.

It was clear that Sophie, imbued with genuine sentiment, was the true vessel for this composition.

The crowd was spellbound, listening with deep admiration as the music unfolded.

Sophie’s rendition elevated the piece, distinguishing it distinctly from Rola’s earlier performance. It was as if Sophie had unlocked the very essence of the composition. Meanwhile, backstage during an interview, Rola was visibly shocked by Sophie’s audacity, her mouth hanging open. Was Sophie out of her mind? She had already played this piece. Why did Sophie play it again?

Concerned about being overshadowed and accused of copying, Rola blurted out, “Did you see that? The performer after me just played my piece! She’s claiming my creation as her own. That’s plagiarism! This is outright cheating!”

Her voice rose in protest, but it was lost in the void, ignored by all around.

Everyone was captivated by Sophie’s performance, their eyes shimmering with a touch of magic. The music was so mesmerizing that even if it had been a copy, it still held their attention.

Some began to doubt whether Rola was truly the creator. If it was indeed her composition, why then did her rendition not stir the emotions as deeply as Sophie’s?

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