Chapter 88
Billionaire’s Missing Darling
Amelia put her phone on speaker so that everyone could hear. So, the word âOliviaâ reached everyoneâs ears in the living room.
Olivia!
It was actually Olivia!
Everyone was stunned. The originally noisy living room instantly fell silent, and everyoneâs faces were filled with unconcealable shock.
Amelia was so shocked that she forgot to hang up.
Emma was the first to react. She could not believe it and could not accept this fact. She immediately denied it. âImpossible! Itâs impossible. How can it be you?â
It was obvious that she had been dealt a blow. Her body subconsciously retreated, and she subconsciously shook her head. She muttered softly, âHow can someone write such a beautiful tune at ten? Itâs impossible. You must be lying. Didnât you never learn the violin? The person who adopted you is just an ordinary doctor. How can he make you learn the violin? Moreover, there are no good teachers in a small place.â
Impossible! It was impossible! Emma did not believe it. She had learned violin for many years and thought that she was talented and hardworking enough. But she still did not dare to compose music.
How was it possible that Olivia could compose music at the age of ten?
âCould it be that they have the same name?â Yvonne said then. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were dark.
Yes, it must be someone with the same name! Emma reacted. Then she said firmly, âIt must be someone with the same name. How could you compose a song at the age of 10? Youâre lying!â
Amelia frowned when she heard the word âsame name.â She restrained her shocked expression and continued to ask on the phone, âWhatâs her full name? Where is she from? Do you have any news about her now?â
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone as if she was looking for information.
After a while, the womanâs clear voice came. âHer full name is Olivia Taylor. It seems that someone in her family is engaged in pharmaceuticalârelated industries. The composer is from Layfield. Thereâs no news now. Rumor has it that the girl plays the violin because she misses her mother. Then, when she was a little older, she followed her grandpa to study medicine.â
As soon as she finished speaking, the living room fell silent again. All the conditions matched Olivia, which meant that she was the composer.
This time, even Yvonneâs expression changed. She was in disbelief. âHow can you compose a song without the guidance of a great teacher?â It was too unbelievable. Usually, geniuses are all from musical families, such as Mozart.
Olivia didnât have the qualifications and was even born in a small city. How could she compose?
âDid someone help you cheat?â Yvonne guessed maliciously.
Hearing this, the others looked at Olivia, wanting to see her reaction. Olivia wasnât offended by Yvonneâs malicious guess. She still looked calm. With an innate coldness, pride, and even a hint of doubt, she asked, âWhy are you so surprised? Is composing difficult?â
As she spoke, she waved at the servant holding the violin. She took the violin and played âMom in My Dream.â
This piece was similar to the one Emma played before. However, the feelings were different. Emmaâs was light and happy, but Oliviaâs was filled with deep sadness.
Because it was a dream, and in it was her mother. She and her mother played hideâandâseek happily.
But when she woke up, it wasnât real.
The feelings in Oliviaâs piece were higher than Emmaâs. Previously, when everyone listened to this piece, they only thought it was pleasant and childlike. However, after listening to Oliviaâs, they felt a boneâchilling sadness.
It was a kind of longing and bitterness that lingered in the gaps between her bones.
It turned out that this was the charm of the piece. Even the servants who did not know how to play the violin lowered their eyes and felt depressed.
After listening to this song, Amelia almost lost her grip on her phone.
Because she heard a familiar tune!
There were only a few notes, very few, and they were often used in other tunes. Amelia didnât realize it until she finished listening to Oliviaâs piece.
She was the one who taught her daughter that melody. Her daughter had learned the violin from her since she was young. She told her daughter that she could not cry when she was sad. She had to be happy. Only extreme happiness could show extreme sadness when the music ended.
This was the case when things reached an extreme.
It was her daughter! Olivia was her daughter! It was only at this moment that Amelia truly realized that Olivia was her daughter.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her gaze met Oliviaâs cold eyes. It was like polar ice that instantly woke her up.
Oliviaâs eyes were filled with indifference and aloofness. She treated her like a stranger and had no feelings for her.
Looking at Olivia, who was like this, Ameliaâs heart ached and her ears buzzed nonâstopâ¦
Compared to Ameliaâs aching, Emmaâs heart was filled with jealousy.
She could not accept this fact. She had always been arrogant and condescending. In front of Olivia, she had a sense of superiority. She was confident that she could suppress Olivia with her strength and prevent her from making a comeback.
However, everything that happened today had shattered her understanding. She lost to Olivia completely in playing the violin, which was something she had always been proud of.
She couldnât accept it!
In her excitement, she could not control her emotions at all. She â
suddenly stood up and glared at Olivia. âYouâre lying. Just because you know how to play it doesnât prove youâre the composer!â
At this point, she sneered. âDo you really think youâre a musician? Do you think anyone is qualified to compose? Stop dreaming!â
When Emma said this, everyone was stunned. They looked at her in surprise and felt that she must be crazy.
All kinds of evidence showed that Olivia was the composer of this song, but she still didnât believe it.
For a moment, the way the servants looked at Emma changed. They felt she was too narrowâminded and could not accept othersâ excellence.
âEmma!â To prevent Emma from making a fool of herself, Samuel tried to dissuade her. âSit down.â
He pushed Emma down onto the sofa and patted her shoulder comfortingly as he looked at Olivia in disgust. âItâs normal for Emma to be surprised. Even Iâm surprised.â
At this point, he paused for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was questioning. âSince youâre the composer of âMom in My Dream,â why didnât you say so earlier? Did you pretend to be the underdog so your opponent would be negligent so you could win the final victory? Did you want to shock the world and watch Emma and Yvonne make a fool of themselves?
âItâs a good thing to be smart, but itâs not good to have a bad temperament and deliberately hide the truth to bully others.â At this point, his tone was already threatening.
Samuel was guiding public opinion. Initially, everyone was paying attention to Emmaâs loss of composure and felt that she was not magnanimous and narrowâminded. However, when Samuel said this, everyoneâs thoughts changed again.
They thought that Olivia was scheming. She was the composer, but she didnât say anything. And she even pretended she didnât know how to play the violin and deliberately humiliated Emma and Yvonne.
She was really too scheming.
âShock the world?â Olivia suddenly chuckled.
Just as everyone was thinking that she was scheming, she suddenly laughed out loud and everyone subconsciously looked over.
Olivia changed her posture and placed the violin on her shoulder again. She casually composed a tune and looked up at Samuel. Her gaze was confident and arrogant.
âComposing is such an easy thing. I donât even bother to use it to shock the world. You guys are showing off something youâre not good at in front of me, but youâre blaming me. What a joke.â
Then, she turned around, threw the violin to the nearest servant, and looked at Emma with disdain as she said, âDonât show off such things in the future.â