Chapter 602


    Edgar had always been extremely indifferent toward Anya, so hearing him speak to her in such a


    concerned tone overwhelmed her.


    She nodded obediently and touchingly before saying sensibly, “My injury isn’t serious, and I can still


    sing for you if I really want me to. I know you’re very worried about me, and you probably won’t be in


    the mood to listen to me sing right now. I promise to sing for you in the future!


    “While recovering from this injury, I’ll train my voice again and aim to sing ‘A Love Entranced‘ in as


    perfect. a rendition as possible for you and your wife in the future!”


    Edgar listened to Anya’s filial response with an unprecedented look of appreciation. He nodded slightly.


    and said, “Sure. But since you’re still going to have to recover from your injury, you must make sure to


    take extra care. There’s no need to strain your voice too much. You’ve already sung very well today!”


    Hispliment was not simply out of politeness but out of a genuinely objective evaluation. The


    performance was impable, and he was not the only one who felt that way–the apuse from all the


    guests earlier was a testament to ‘her‘ ability.


    Based on ‘her‘ performance that day, one could expect that ‘her‘ performance of ‘A Love Entranced‘


    would be just as wless. As a longstanding fan of opera who valued talent above all else, Edgar’s


    perception of Anya had changed tremendously.


    He did not like her very much in the past and even had a very bad impression of her. He always felt


    that Lucas’s half–sister was something of a hypocritical, conniving moment. Though she always did


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    After hearing her voice which she had so painstakingly trained, he finally realized she was a very


    thoughtful child. Perhaps he had formed a prejudiced bias against her in the past and misunderstood


    her.


    He sighed, for he had been trying to find some psychologicalfort all those years for his wife who


    suffered from Alzheimer’s. He had been searching for a girl who resembled his missing daughter


    whom. he wanted to treat like his own so she could spend more time with his wife.


    Anya’s thoughtfulness made him realize he no longer needed to find someone else for that role. She


    would be a good fit since he already knew her and would be more at ease with someone in the family


    rather than an outsider.


    Moreover, she looked more or less like their missing granddaughter, Luna, in particr, the mole


    between .her eyebrows. The simrity would probably contribute to a feeling of closeness with his wife


    who suffered from Alzheimer’s.


    In the future, he could allow Anya toe to the house as Emily to keep his wifepany, talk to her,


    and sing opera for them. That could alleviate her longing for her daughter and slow down her mental


    deterioration.


    At that moment, Gertrude nced anxiously at the stage and wanted to leave. “Emily… Emily left… We


    need to look for Emily…”


    Edgar returned to his senses, hurriedly grabbed his wife, who was about to leave, andforted her.


    Emily’s here. She didn’t leave! Look here. She’s here! She’s always been here!” He said, pointing to


    Anya in the wheelchair to his wife.


    Gertrude looked over, and her restless eyes finally fell on Anya’s face. She frowned and then stared at


    Anya for a while. Anya’s clothes were different from those of the girl who yed Consort Aileen on


    stage earlier, which might be the reason that the olddy took a step back in repulsion instead of going


    closer.


    No, it’s not her… She’s not Emily…”


    Upon seeing his wife retreating instead of approaching Anya, Edgar found it a little strange and raised


    his brows worriedly.


    “What’s going on, Gertrude? Didn’t you want to see Emily?”