?<strong>Chapter 364:</strong>


    Noon had already crested the sky by the time Elyse stirred awake. She shuffled out of bed and made her way downstairs. Driscoll, noticing her descent, was quick to address her. “Are you hungry? Would you like some lunch?”


    Elyse scanned the room, her brow furrowed slightly. “Where’s Jayden?” she inquired, not spotting him anywhere.


    “He left in the morning and will be backter this afternoon,” Driscoll informed her, his eyes darting around, wary of her potential reaction.


    “That’s fine. I’m actually quite hungry,” Elyse replied, dismissing her initial concern with a gentle smile. “Lunch will be ready soon.”


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    As Driscoll moved away, a thought struck him, and he turned back. “By the way, Mrs. Owen, your parents’ urns are staying in a room on the third floor. It has a wonderful view. Feel free to visit them whenever you like.”


    “Thank you, Driscoll,” Elyse acknowledged with a nod and a smile. With lunch still in the works, she grabbed her phone and dialed Cody’s number.


    Despite being let go from the Celestial Sounds Symphony, Elyse wasn’t ready to abandon her dreams. She was uncertain if Cody would take her on as his apprentice, but she was determined to explore every option.


    The call connected, and Cody’s voice came through. “What can I do for you?”


    Elyse clutched her shirt, her voice tinged with nervous hope. “Mr. Tucker, could we meet this afternoon? I need to speak with you.”


    “Sure. I’ll text you the address. See you then,” Cody replied, not turning her down.


    After the call, Elyse exhaled a deep breath of relief. Amidst the recent slew of challenges, this felt like a beacon of hope. She shared her ns with Driscoll over lunch, her spirits visibly lifted.


    Driscoll’s eyes misted when he learned Elyse nned to visit Cody. He’d always felt partly responsible for her dismissal from the Celestial Sounds Symphony, even though the truth was that a higher-up had been eager to let her go. Driscoll still couldn’t shake the guilt, believing he had given them the excuse they needed.


    With Elyse heading to see Cody, Driscoll felt some relief. “Would you mind if I tagged along this afternoon?” he asked, a bit sheepish.


    “Of course,” Elyse replied, her brow creased with curiosity but still agreeing. “My wife’s a huge Cody fan. If I meet him and get an autograph, maybe she’llin less when Ie home,” he exined.


    Elyse chuckled. “Then I definitely have to bring you along.”


    After lunch, they set out together, following the address to an old factory in the industrial zone that had been converted into a studio. The sign read Blue Sea Music Studio.


    Driscoll adjusted his hat and marveled at the ce, remarking, “This studio is gorgeous. It really feels like Cody Tucker.”


    “Let’s head in. Mr. Tucker is expecting us,” Elyse couldn’t hide her excitement as she led Driscoll inside.


    Cody soon descended the stairs to wee them with a smile. “I saw you two from the window. I just made coffee. Let’s have a seat.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Tucker,” Elyse said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.


    Cody prepared three cups of coffee and guided them into a lounge. “Try the coffee. I hope it’s to your liking.”


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