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Suzanna felt Carson’s gaze on her. She was thankful for the mask covering her face and hiding her complete breakdown. 

Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, her voice raspy and weak with a sickly undertone as she spoke, full of grievance. “C–Carson, that’s not how it is. Let me explain. The sheet music was written by Melody, and I never once claimed I composed it.” 

Tears filled Suzanna’s eyes, making her look utterly pitiful, as if she had suffered the gravest of wrongs. 

But with those words, everyone began to realize that Suzanna had never directly stated she was the composer of Night Bloom Nocturne 

It seemed as though she had simply been swept along, an innocent bystander in the situation. 

Even her performance of the piece was something Carson had ‘forced‘ her to do, despite her apparent 

reluctance. 

Carson’s eyes were locked on Suzanna’s tear-streaked face, innocent and filled with grievance. Each tear felt like molten lava, burning his very soul. 

At that moment, something in Carson shattered. 

His gaze bore into Suzanna, but his once fiery gaze was now empty and hollow. 

Carson turned to look at Melody–cool, composed, and unflinching–and felt his throat dry and his voice nearly failing him. 

Mel, whether you believe me or not, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you. If you think I’m just making excuses, I get it. However, the first time I heard Night Bloom Nocturne three years ago, it captivated me. I had no idea you could play the piano, let alone that you possessed such incredible talent. My immediate reaction was to belittle you and to look down on you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have dismissed you, shouldn’t have misunderstood you, and I certainly shouldn’t have targeted you for three whole years. 

Carson lowered his eyes as his Adam’s apple 

of his words was filled with genuine remorbbed painfully. He fought to speak, his voice hoarse. Each 

For three years, he had been biased toward Suzzana, constantly mocking and berating Melody. 

It turned out, as Gary had pointed out, that he had been wrong all along. 

Suzzana was far from the innocent and kind person he had thought her to be. 

In fact, she was terrifying. 

Suzanna kept her eyes on Carson, the once proud, charismatic figure who had always basked in the spotlight–now bowing his head in shame for Melody. 

The coldness in her eyes deepened. 

She didn’t dare show her displeasure. Instead, her eyes filled with even more tears. When she had nearly collapsed earlier, it was Derrick who had supported her 

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Now, she clung tightly to his sleeve. She trembled as she cried out weakly, “Derrick, I didn’t mean it. I never said I wrote Night Bloom Nocturne. Back home, merely copied Mel’s sheet music for practice. When Carson wanted me to perform, I just thought I’d play it for him. I never intended to take credit for Mel’s work. She’s amazing; how could I ever compare to her?” 

Her soft, trembling voice made her seem fragile, as though she might crumble at any moment. 

Derrick dared not push her further. 

I He sighed and nodded. Derrick held on to her cold hand, comforting her in a low voice. “Don’t worry. believe you didn’t mean any harm. Just stay calm, okay? The doctors had warned–if your heart acts up again, it could be dangerous. Don’t be afraid; no matter what happens, I’ll be right here with you.” 

His brow furrowed in worry, as if something was twisting tight around his heart. 

Christina had given them a harsh warning before Suzanna’s discharge–nothing could happen to Suzzana or she would cease to want to live. 

Even though Derrick harbored his own doubts about Suzanna, he wasn’t one to lose control like Carson. 

As a lawyer, he knew to view things through the lens of a court ruling. And from that perspective, Suzanna had never explicitly claimed to be the composer of Night Bloom Nocturne. 

Despite the verification of her handwriting and her performance of the piece, she never explicitly claimed ownership of the music. 

As a result, there was no way to convict her. 

All Suzanna had done was create a vague impression. The lack of clear proof meant she was safe from any formal accusations, as conviction required solid evidence. 

Relieved that Derrick still stood by her side, Suzanna’s panic subsided slightly. 

Meanwhile, Melody watched the siblings‘ performance with amused detachment. Her wicked smile grew colder by the second. 

She swept a glance at Carson, who was still hanging his head in apology. Her voice rang out, calm but icy, “Carson, stop calling yourself as my brother. It makes me sick. You’re just a defendant about to go to prison for me. I have a brother, and it’s never been you. Keep trying to claim a familial bond, and I’ll sue you for slander.”