Side Chick Era... Over

Chapter 996

Sharon could hardly believe her eyes.

She moved into the room as if in a trance and lifted Shaluna into her hands. The familiar weight, the texture beneath her fingers–it made her throat tighten, her vision blur with unshed tears.

Clutching the violin to her chest, she felt the cold wood press against her skin, achingly precious, achingly

familiar.

She hadn’t cried in so long. Yet in this moment, tears slipped free, streaming down her face.

This violin had been her mother’s gift to her. And still, she had watched helplessly as it was destroyed, powerless to protect it.

That day, the grief had carved into her a bitter truth–that she wasn’t even strong enough to shield the things she loved most.

Wendy’s chest constricted as she watched her dearest friend cry. Her own eyes grew hot, rimmed with red.

She and Sharon had been inseparable for years. She had eaten countless meals at Shayla’s table, basked in her warmth and kindness. Shayla had been a gentle, radiant woman, untouched by time’s cruelty, her beauty and grace as luminous as ever.

In Wendy’s memory, Shayla was always poised with a violin in her hands, dazzling, unforgettable.

destroyed, Wendy’s heart had shattered–not only for Sharon, but for Shayla as

Whatever the cost,

was in the hospital, Wendy had begged Julliard and Xavier to search for the violin. But they found

look for it herself, but Sharon had been gravely ill. She couldn’t abandon her side.

According to him, the violin had been hidden deep inside a hollow tree, tucked away where no

Sharon gently plucked at

soft, trembling notes filled the room, carrying Wendy back through her own

her past performances; her chance to stand as a true violinist had long slipped away. But

emotion in her heart slowly began to

“The strings… they were replaced,

his head. “The damage was too severe. I

her reverie. “Sharon, you should know—most

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artifact restoration once. His skill

wanted to send it out to be repaired. But Shaluna was too badly ruined. Even restringing it seemed impossible to

the end, it was Thomas who had offered to

hesitated, doubtful, but handed it over anyway. Better to let him

She hadn’t expected much.