?<strong>Chapter 545:</strong>


    Elyse knew the truth was harsh, but as her parents’ child, how could she escape it and live her life in blissful ignorance?


    Morgan looked at Elyse and saw the resolve in her eyes, realizing she had overanalyzed and kept Elyse in suspense for too long.


    She picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a small sip, and mulled over where to begin. Finally, she asked, “Did you know your father could y the violin?”


    Elyse nodded and replied, “My instructor, Mr. Cody Tucker, mentioned that my father was a brilliant violinist with an extraordinary gift!”


    Morgan said, “Cody Tucker? Oh, right, you became his apprentice. How could I have forgotten him?” .


    Hearing Cody’s name, Morgan patted her forehead as memories came rushing back, realizing she hadpletely overlooked him.


    “Your father and Cody were more than just fellow students; they shared a deep bond.


    Whenever I went to the music hall to find your father, they were often immersed in discussions about music,” Morgan said, her mind drifting momentarily to those days.


    After a brief pause, she looked up and smiled at Elyse, a smile tinged with sorrow. “But your father was disowned by his family for marrying your mother. Later, to support the family, he set aside his musical dreams and started his ownpany to make ends meet.”


    Elyse was taken aback. “Did my dad really give up on music?”


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    “Not entirely,” Morgan said, her voice softening. “I asked your dad about it, and he casually mentioned…” Morgan sniffled, her eyes welling up.


    “He said he never truly abandoned music. Once he could ensure a stable life for the family, he intended to pursue his dream again. He always had that dream.”


    With tears brimming, Morgan continued, “He managed to establish thepany. Although it didn’t reach the pinnacle, it provided stability. I watched your parents’ life improve.”


    She paused, taking a deep breath before saying, “Tragically, just before you were born, they had a car ident. You were brought into the world prematurely and ced in an incubator.”


    Elyse had no inkling of such an event surrounding her birth. She only knew she was often sickly as a child, more fragile than other kids.


    Yet, Lanny and Glenda never truly cared for her, often denying her food and refusing to seek medical treatment when she fell ill.


    To survive, Elyse often had to cater to Mabel’s whims to secure medicine and food. Over time, Mabel started treating Elyse like her maid and bossing her around.


    Morgan gazed at the silent Elyse and murmured, “Despite the car ident, your parents were not dead back then.”


    Elyse slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.


    “In the instant of the crash, your father shielded your mother. After you were born, your mother was frail but still alive.


    Morgan reminisced. “Your father was in critical condition, slipping into aa, but the doctors believed he could gradually recover with treatment. It wasn’t a lost cause.”


    Elyse’s eyes widened, her mouth agape in disbelief. “So my parents survived?!”


    “Absolutely! How could they perish so easily? There was always a glimmer of hope!”


    Morgan angrily pounded the table, her eyes zing with resentment.


    “But Lanny, your wretched uncle, a useless good-for-nothing, got your aunt-inw pregnant and couldn’t support his family, umting mountains of debt.”


    Morgan paused, her eyes shing with hatred.


    “Somehow, he learned about your parents’ ident and concocted a diabolical n. He went to the hospital, removed your father’s oxygen mask, strangled your mother, took over your father’spany, and embezzled the enormous insurance payout your dad had secured for you.”


    Elyse trembled all over. “Lanny murdered my parents for money?”


    Morgan nodded grimly. “Yes, the smallpany Lanny runs now was originally your father’s. Do you know why he took you in instead of abandoning you in an orphanage? Because thepensation money could only be imed when you turned eighteen.”


    Elyse drifted into a memory. “When I turned eighteen, Lanny bought a new car. At that time, thepany was already struggling, and no one knew where he got the money for a new car.”


    Morgan sneered. “I was your father’s right-hand person in thepany. If he were still managing it, how could it remain a small enterprise after twenty years? It was due to Lanny’s ipetence and squandering that thepany remained a small one.”


    After revealing everything, Morgan gripped Elyse’s hand tightly. “Don’t let Lanny Lloyd get away with it. He’s a monster. I witnessed him murder with my own eyes!”


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