?<strong>Chapter 633:</strong>


    Elyse approached Gavin eagerly, her voice filled with anticipation. “Has Mr. Tucker arrived yet?”


    Gavin nced briefly at Morgan, who was curiously surveying the studio, before responding, “Not yet, but he should be here soon.” His gaze then shifted back to Elyse. “May I ask who this is?”


    Morgan turned towards Gavin with a warm smile, extending her hand in greeting. “I’m here to see Cody.”


    Elyse exined, “She’s an old friend of Mr. Tucker’s. They haven’t seen each other in over two decades. I wonder if he’ll recognize her.”


    Gavin’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Over two decades?”


    Elyse nodded, guiding Morgan towards the sofa with a gentle gesture.


    Momentster, the studio door creaked open, and Cody entered, carrying a violin case. He shut the door swiftly, shutting out the winter chill.


    As Cody stepped inside, he felt someone’s gaze on him. He intended to greet Elyse but was quickly drawn to the middle-aged woman seated beside her.


    His eyes widened in recognition, memories flooding back like waves crashing against a shore. Softly, almost incredulously, he whispered, “J?”


    Elyse watched in astonishment as Cody immediately recognized Morgan. She realized their connection must have been deep for Cody to remember her after so many years.


    With a smirk ying on her lips, Morgan stood up boldly. “It’s no longer J. It’s Morgan now.”


    Startled for a moment, Cody ced his violin case down, his eyes darkening with emotion. “You wretched woman! Why are you still alive? What do you think you’re doing, showing up here like this?”


    Elyse felt a pang of unease. She had never expected Cody’s first words to Morgan after over two decades to be so hostile. Her heart sank as she sensed the bitterness that still lingered between them.


    Morgan listened calmly, her expression unreadable. She kept her back turned to Elyse, hiding a mischievous smirk.


    In a pointed tone, Morgan replied, “Are you disappointed I’m not dead?”


    Cody’s face fell into his hands, grappling with the flood of emotions and memories. After a moment of heavy silence, he sighed deeply, his tone turning somber. “This isn’t the ce for this conversation. There’s a café nearby. Let’s talk there.”


    Morgan nodded in agreement and then turned to Elyse. “We’ll be back soon. Please wait here.”


    “Sure,” Elyse replied, scratching her head with a mix of confusion and curiosity as she watched them leave.


    As they departed, Elyse turned to Gavin with a worried expression. “Do you think they’ll argue? Mr. Tucker seems to have some resentment toward Morgan.”


    Gavin calmly took a sip of his coffee. “They’re adults. Even if there’s resentment, they’ll resolve it.”


    Elyse nodded, her attention momentarily distracted by a bowl of candies on the table. She reached for one, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth.


    Gavin watched her for a moment before asking casually, “Have you been keeping up with your violin practicetely?”


    Elyse nearly choked on her treat, clearing her throat before responding, “Of course I have.”


    With a curious glint in his eye, Gavin extended his violin case towards her. “Give it a whirl. Let’s see if your skills have gotten rusty.”


    Elyse took the case, her mind momentarily nk. After a brief pause, she utched it, retrieved the violin, and positioned herself in front of Gavin, preparing to y.


    As her fingers caressed the bow, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She imagined Cody and Morgan’s long-awaited reunion, her concerns for Tracy and Shaun’s rtionship, thoughts of her lost child, and, of course, Jayden.


    Though burdened by a multitude of sorrows within, the faintest warmth experienced in diverse encounters still imbued her with strength.


    As the final notes faded into the air, Elyse lowered her bow and turned to Gavin.


    Gavin made noments about her performance, his thoughts drifting back to a conversation he’d had with Cody long ago, where Cody had described Elyse’s music as emotionally rich, each note resonating with the echoes of her soul.


    At the time, Gavin hadn’t fully grasped the depth of Cody’s observation. After all, he poured his own heart and soul into his violin ying. So why hadn’t Codybeled his music emotionally rich too?


    After watching Elyse perform, he now understood the stark contrast in their approaches. Elyse’s music carried the weight of raw emotion, effortlessly captivating listeners and guiding their emotions.


    When her melodies whispered mncholy, her audience shared her sorrow. When her bow danced with joy, their spirits soared.


    Gavin nced at Elyse, a faint smile ying on his lips. “You probably don’t get much practice time at home, do you?”


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