?<strong>Chapter 669:</strong>


    After she spoke, Elyse noticed weird looks on the faces of those around her, particrly from the man who had asked the question, who now seemed unsure of what to say.


    Confused, Elyse asked, “What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”


    That man, with aplicated look, questioned, “Pearce brought you back. Didn’t he tell you?”


    Bewildered, Elyse responded, “Tell me what?”


    “Your grandma, Felicia, despises violins the most. She has banned anyone in the estate from ying or even listening to violins. In the Benson household, violin is practically a taboo word.”


    Elyse was taken aback. She waspletely unaware of this, and Pearce had never brought it up.


    With this revtion, she scanned the crowd for Pearce. Seeing him engaged in conversation with others, she made her way toward him to inquire about the situation.


    Before she could get to him, however, Felicia made her entrance.


    Felicia moved confidently to the center of the garden, leaning on a cane with a young girl supporting her on the other side.


    Amid the assembly, Elyse watched her grandmother with curiosity.


    Felicia’s hair was silver, marked by deep wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. For the event, she chose a dark red silk blouse, and her hair was done with care, tightly wound at the back of her head.


    Despite her gentle smile, Felicia exuded a strong sense of authority.


    Elyse found herself thinking of Enzo, sensing that both Felicia and Enzo were imposing figures.


    Elyse quietly observed Felicia, who was also discreetly sizing her up.


    Upon seeing Elyse for the first time, Felicia was convinced she was Rickey’s daughter. The resemnce was uncanny. For a moment, Felicia felt as though she were looking at her own son. However, a closer inspection revealed that Elyse only bore a passing resemnce.


    The room remained silent. Elyse was the focal point of today’s gathering, and without a word from Felicia, no one dared to speak.


    Pearce approached Elyse, took her hand, and led her to Felicia, introducing her warmly. “Grandma, this is Elyse, Uncle Rickey’s daughter. Isn’t she beautiful?”


    Felicia ignored Pearce’s words. Instead, she looked past Elyse and addressed everyone. “It’s rare for us to gather together. Everyone, feel free to rx. Don’t mind me.”


    After she spoke, Felicia took the hand of the girl next to her and headed over to the resting area.


    Feeling snubbed, Elyse tugged at Pearce’s hand, smiling wryly. “You still haven’t told me about my father’s rtionship with Grandma. Did they not get along with each other?”


    Pearce sighed and replied, “It’s not that they didn’t get along. Their rtionship was quite good before the… thing happened.”


    “What thing?” Elyse asked, blinking in curiosity.


    Pearce recalled, “When Uncle Rickey reached the age for marriage, Grandma arranged a well-suited match from a notable family for him. However, he declined. He revealed that he had been in a rtionship with your mom for nearly two years and didn’t wish to marry someone he didn’t love.”


    Elyse nodded and replied, “And then?”


    “Grandma obviously got furious and told him to break up with your mom. He refused and left home. Furious, she cut ties with him. They haven’t seen each other since,” Pearce exined.


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