Chapter 14
Three years later, a music show called Sing Beyoral hit the airwaves, quickly becoming a global
sensation.
The show didn’t just feature a star–studded lineup of internationally renowned singers as coaches. It also managed to land a special appearance by a superstar who had recently taken the global music scene by storm–Renee, the eldest daughter of the wealthiest family, the Callahans.
Renee’s voice was pure and clear, like the rush of water from a mountain stream, yet it carried an emotional weight, like the haunting melody of a nightingale. Every note she sang seemed to follow its own rhythm, resonating deeply in the hearts of everyone who heard it.
Her music sparked a wildfire the moment it was released, quickly building a dedicated following that couldn’t get enough of her.
Still, Renee remained an enigma. Every time she stepped into the spotlight, she wore a carefully crafted mask, hiding her face from public view. No one had ever seen her face.
The public was undoubtedly curious, but they understood why. The Callahans were the richest family, so it made sense they’d go to great lengths to shield their beloved daughter from the public’s scrutiny and guard her privacy.
The day the show was officially announced, the internet erupted. Countless people were eager to see Renee’s involvement. Her mysterious allure only fueled the growing excitement.
Meanwhile, across town, Sharon barged into the Swain residence, her heart racing with
urgency.
Her face was etched with anxiety, her eyes brimming with longing, and her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Eugene, Calvin, you have to let me join Sing Beyond! This is my only chance!”
The scandal three years ago had set Sharon’s reputation on a downward path. Eugene and Calvin had done everything in their power–leveraging their wealth and connections–to keep the bad press under wraps and salvage her image.
But the Internet had a long memory. Her past mistakes hovered over her like a shadow, making it impossible for her to step into the public eye without critics watching her every step.
Now, with the global music program in the spotlight and Renee’s prominent role as a coach, Sharon could see a faint glimmer of hope. This was her shot at redemption.
If she could land a spot on the show, ride its enormous wave of popularity, and harness Renee’s star power, maybe, she could turn things around. It was her last opportunity to clear her name, win back the public’s trust, and reclaim the spotlight she’d lost.
But Eugene and Calvin didn’t budge. They sat at the dining table, eating quietly as if they
hadn’t heard a word she sale.
on the dining table, beside the dishes, sat a beadfully crafted urn, engraved with the name Scarlett Swain ” sharon’s gaze lingered on it, a brief flicker of disapproval crossing her face.
She couldn’t hold back. “How long has it been? Why do you keep dragging that thing around? It’s just creepy!”
She reached for the um, but the moment her fingers brushed against it, Eugene and Calvin reacted instantly. They sprang to their feet in unison, their faces tight and burning with anger.
“Let go!” Eugene’s voice was low and gravelly, barely containing his rage.
At the same time, Calvin grabbed Sharon’s wrist with a grip so tight she gasped, her face contorting in pain.
She fought to escape his grip, but in her frantic struggle, her hand brushed against the urn. It tumbled to the floor, the lid flying off and scattering ashes everywhere.
The room seemed to freeze in that instant.
Eugene and Calvin’s faces drained of color, their eyes burning with anger and grief.
Eugene struck Sharon sharply across the face, his voice shaky. “H–How could you do this?”
Sharon pressed her palm to her throbbing cheek, staring at them in disbelief as tears welled in her eyes. “Y–You hit me over an urn? I get that you miss Scarlett, but you’ve gone too far these past few years! The dead are gone, but the living have to keep going!”
She couldn’t take it anymore. For three years, Eugene and Calvin had made Scarlett’s urn the center of their world.
They carried the urn with them everywhere, never allowing it to be out of their sight. Whether at meetings, on business trips, during meals, or even at bedtime, the urn remained their constant, most valued possession.
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