?<strong>Chapter 207:</strong>


    “You know who she is, so why does it still bother you?” Salome asked.


    “Mom!” Reba was growing frustrated. “You won’t let me go to Adie, and you force me to learn all these pointless things every day. I can’t stand it anymore! What if Adie actually ends up with Pa? What if another woman appears by his side?”


    “Idiot!” Salome gave her a sharp smack on the lower back. “Pay attention. I’ve served wealthy families for years. Do you think just having feelings for someone will lead to anything? You need to be more appealing to Adrian. You can only capture his heart if you impress him.”


    Rebapressed her lips together, recognizing the wisdom in Salome’s words. “Mom, what about Joelle and her daughter?”


    “For now, do nothing. I made that call to Joelle years ago because I wanted her to have a miscarriage. But they survived, against all odds. Now that Adrian is paying close attention to the child, it’s not the right time to do anything.”


    Reba nodded, taking a deep breath and attempting to mirror Joelle’s poise and grace. “Mom, I’m resolved to eliminate anyone who blocks my path.”


    She had been trying to learn the violin for quite some time but had seen little improvement. A few dayster, she switched to her fourth teacher, a well-known violin instructor still active internationally, now in her fifties.


    Reba had no prior exposure to the violin and was unaware of Joelle’s prominence in the violinmunity. It was only after she began her lessons that she learned of Joelle’s high regard among esteemed violinists.


    However, Reba dismissed this, attributing it to the Watson family’s financial influence to enhance Joelle’s image. She failed to see what was so extraordinary about Joelle. She admitted that Joelle possessed more elegance but attributed that solely to wealth. If she had received simr training from a young age, she believed she wouldn’t necessarily be less skilled than Joelle.


    Midway through the lesson, the harmonious sound of a violin drifted in from outside. Reba could now notice the distinctions, and the music from downstairs surpassed her efforts. Even her teacher couldn’t resist saying, “This piece is incredibly difficult. Only years of dedicated practice could yield such an excellent performance!”


    These words sparked apetitive fire in Reba. She feltpelled to find out who was ying downstairs. Below her, a makeshift stage had been set up, surrounded by many children keen on music. The violinist was none other than Joelle.


    She donned a vivid yellow long dress,plemented by a white wrist brace on her right hand. She yed the piece skillfully, her eyes shut in pleasure, asionally opening them to engage with the audience. For Joelle, music was her passion, cultivated from childhood. How could she not exude confidence in her performance?


    As the music ceased, the children were so enchanted that they implored their parents to enroll them in violin lessons. “So it was Joelle! No surprise she still ys so beautifully, even after a break from public performances.”


    This time, Reba felt no jealousy. Instead, she watched Joelle’s glowing presence on stage. “Madam, considering where I currently stand, how long would it take me to reach her level?”


    The teacher felt a jolt of concern, recognizing theplexity of her task. She replied carefully, “Joelle began her violin training at a very young age and dedicated over ten hours daily to practice. It’s umon to find someone as gifted and diligent as she is.”


    “So, you’re suggesting I don’t have the talent and can’t ever match her, correct?”


    “That’s not my point! Talent indeed ys a role in the arts.”


    Reba replied, “Rather than ming myck of talent, perhaps you should evaluate your teaching methods. Why am I not seeing progress despite the steep cost of your private lessons?”


    The teacher was in disbelief, but seeing Reba’s unwavering gaze fixed on Joelle, she was at a loss for words. Jealousy indeed had the power to change a person. The crowd below grewrger, with many capturing the moment on their phones.


    The event proved hugely sessful, leading the arts agency’s owner to express his gratitude to Joelle. This individual, her former employer, had invited Joelle to help draw attention to the grand opening of the new store.


    “I was aware of your wrist injury and worried you might have to give up the violin, but it seems your abilities remain intact!”


    Joelle smiled, holding her wrist band. “After three years of medical treatments, I’m back to my best.”


    “That’s incredible! What hospital provided the treatment?”


    “It’s the Kovach Institute abroad, renowned for treating many severe illnesses. Initially, I went there without much expectation, just to contribute to medical research. I never anticipated a miraculous recovery.”


    At first, her skills hadn’tpletely bounced back to what they were before the ident. Over thest three years, she had dedicated herself to consistent practice, and with the support of her specially designed wrist band, she had regained her peak form.


    After the event concluded, Joelle was set to head home to look after her children when a middle-aged man stepped in her way. “Are you Joelle Watson?”


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