Chapter 83 The Ending She Gave

The old man’s surname was Braylen. In his youth, he had a wife–but she passed baway /bbat /bbthe /bbage /bof bforty/b! The shock of losing her turned his hair white overnight, and he never remarried.

His wife had once been a music teacher. Afterposing her final piece, she passed away.

It was said the piece had never beenpleted. So, the sheet music Tyson gave her to y must have been written by Mr. Braylen’ste wife.

But…

Less than six months after Cassius Braylen’s death, another news story broke: he wasn’t just a bphnthropist/b. but a powerful figure who straddled both the underworld and legitimate business.

Rumor had it his wife had learned of the true nature of his work, and in her grief and tormentb, /bhad btaken /bher own life. That was said to be the greatest regret of Cassius’s life.

The article Eliza had read described how this formidable man had spent his final bdays /bconsumed bby /bbguilt /bover his wife.

That thought darkened Eliza’s gaze.

When Cassius entered the hall, he seemed to fall into deep thought upon hearing the piece.

“Mr. Cassius, are you enjoying the music?” Tyson approached him and initiated the conversation. “bI /bstumbled across this piece by chance. The first time I heard it, I was deeply moved. I heard byou’re /bba /bbgreat /bloyer of music, so I specially invited a pianist to perform it tonight.”

As Eliza listened to Tyson’s nonsense, she silently rolled her eyes.

Tond a deal, he’d say anything. A merchant’s mouth was never to be trusted.

Cassius didn’t respond. He simply kept listening to the piano.

The piecested over forty minutes. Eliza yed steadily until the final segment–where, instead of ending with the expected trailing silence, she shifted the tonepletely.

Tyson noticed immediately.

She had altered the ending–added her own resolution to aposition that was never meant to have one,

A song that had once wandered without end… now feltplete.

But Tyson’s expression darkened.

He had never told her to do that.

Everyone around held their breath/They all knew this piece had been written by bCassius’s /bbte /bbwife/b.

No one had ever dared to modify it, let alone perform a finished version right in front bof /bhim.

Cassius’s face, sure enough, didn’t look pleased. His expression grew stormy, and many bwatching /bbbegan /bbto /bworry for the young girl at the/piano.-

“Eliza. Stop.”

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Chapter 83 The Ending She Gave

Tyson’s voice wasced with warning.

But Eliza didn’t stop. She yed the final note—and only then lifted her hands.

As thest note faded, Cassius stepped forward.

Tyson’s brows furrowed.

“Who told you to y it like that?” Cassius’s voice held a stern edge.

The pressure he carried wasn’t something a normal girl could bear.

But Eliza remained calm and steady.

She met Cassius’s gaze and answered inly, “Because I felt this song needed an endingb.” /b

“You felt?”

“Yes.”

Eliza looked him straight in the eye. “I don’t know where this piece came from. But in it. I heard pain and torment. Theposer must’ve endured long–term emotional suffering–that’s why the melody loops endlessly. But even through the sorrow, I heard deep love. I think this song was written for someone she loved.”

Cassius froze.

Eliza continued, “I believe theposer would have wanted this song to have a beautiful conclusion. bSo /bbI /btook the liberty of ending it. I wanted to break the cycle–end her pain. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Eliza was taking a gamble.

She was betting that Cassius had truly loved his wife.

There had been an article chronicling hister years.

He had abandoned luxury and moved into a thirty–square–meter apartment in an aging neighborhood–the home he and his wife had once shared.

He had once said that his greatest regret in life was never hearing the end of that song.

And now, he stood before her.

She couldn’t let this moment go to waste.

Nearby, Julio caught Tyson’s signal and immediately stepped for

He barked, “We invited you here to y–not to rewrite the music! Who do you think you areb? /bbWhat /bbgives /byou the right to alter thisposition? Do you have any idea whose work that is?”

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