?<strong>Chapter 670:</strong>


    Elyse smiled bitterly. “My father is dead. Even if they wanted to reconcile, they couldn’t.”


    “That’s true. Fate can be cruel,” Pearce responded. “A month ago, I informed Grandma about Uncle Rickey’s death. She had only one thing to say.”


    Elyse’s curiosity was piqued. “What did she say?”


    “She said your father deserved to die, and it was right that he met his end out there,” Pearce admitted, ncing sheepishly at Elyse, clearly embarrassed.


    Elyse’s expression remained stoic as she redirected her gaze towards Felicia in the resting area.


    For some reason, she felt as if Felicia had been watching her.


    Elyse pondered for a moment before speaking. “She forbade anyone in the family from ying the violin because my dad left home, right?”


    Pearce nodded. “You guessed it.”


    “My dad was a renowned violinist. It would be odd if I didn’t figure that out,” Elyse replied helplessly.


    Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to y the violin in front of Felicia. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Do you think she would get angry if I told her I want to y the violin for her?”


    Pearce immediately became anxious. “Don’t do that. You’ll be kicked out.”


    Elyse muttered to herself, “Even so, I want to y a piece for her.”


    Before Pearce could say anything further, Elyse calmly made her way toward Felicia. He nervously whispered, “Don’t go. It took a lot of effort to bring you back home. Don’t mess it up.”


    Ignoring his plea, Elyse confidently approached Felicia and knelt slightly, bringing her eyes level with Felicia’s.


    Felicia regarded Elyse with a cold, detached expression, as if she were a stranger. “What are you doing here?” she asked emotionlessly.


    “I want to talk to you,” Elyse said, smiling.


    “I don’t know you, and I have nothing to say to you. Just leave,” Felicia ordered, her tone unceremonious. For Felicia, allowing Elyse into the house was already a considerable concession. She had no intention of mending her strained rtionship with Rickey.


    Elyse remained silent for a few moments before softly expressing her wish. “Grandma, I came here with a wish to fulfill.”


    Felicia didn’t respond verbally, but her gaze seemed to ask, “What does your wish have to do with me?”


    Elyse continued, “I want to y a piece for you on the violin. Will you give me a chance?”


    At the mention of the violin, Felicia’s demeanor instantly changed. Her previously calm expression turned ferocious as she shouted, “Who told you to y the violin? Don’t even dare! Get out of my house! I don’t want to see you at all.”


    Elyse, taken aback by Felicia’s reaction, quickly stood up, looking a bit lost.


    Pearce immediately stepped in, trying to calm the situation. “Grandma, I’m sorry. Please calm down. Elyse didn’t mean to upset you.”


    “Didn’t mean to? As if!” mocked the girl standing beside Felicia.


    “Thea, why have youe here? Get lost!” Pearce’s voice dripped with obvious disgust as he red at the girl.


    Thea Benson rolled her eyes indifferently. “Yes, I’m unimportant. I’ll stay away from you. But an insignificant person like me won’t anger Grandma.”


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