Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 772:

Sophie’s brows furrowed, momentarily caught off guard by how simple the proposal sounded. Sophie was about to agree when Rola smirked and added, “But on one condition. Since you’re asking me to leave this room for that pathetic participant, I get to set the rules. I’ll play on my piano while you use that beat-up one. How about that?”

Sophie’s expression darkened. “That’s just stacking the odds against me.”

Anyone who understood pianos knew the difference in sound quality between cheaper and more expensive ones. Personal instruments were fine for practice, but competitions always provided high-grade pianos. Competing on different pianos was clearly unfair. It was clear Rola was making things difficult for Sophie on purpose.

Rola’s smirk widened. “Afraid you’ll lose? If you don’t want to compete, that’s fine. I’ll just inform that poor girl’s sponsor to stop sponsoring her. You shouldn’t have intervened just to show off your kindness. Let’s be clear—if you lose to me, she loses everything, including the sponsorship. Consider this a lesson for you.”

Kallie, who had initially believed this was just a children’s quarrel and didn’t need her involvement, couldn’t stand by any longer. Hearing such cruelty from someone so young was shocking. Stepping forward, she placed a hand on Sophie’s shoulder.

Go ahead and compete with her. If the girl’s sponsor pulls out, I’ll make sure to sponsor

Let’s have a competition. You’re wealthy,

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in anger. Kallie had never seen such a fierce expression on a child’s face before. Suddenly, Clayton’s warnings about the dangers of the local gangs seemed all too real and well-founded. But Kallie shrugged off the concerns. Faced with

other, a gleaming million-dollar Steinway, proudly owned by Rola. Rola raised her chin, letting her fingers dance across the keys in a show of superiority. It sounded like a delicate ripple in the water. Even the most random

applauded her without hesitation. Rola

brand she was used to, but her years

little show of yours. I’ll go first

a serene smile on her face. “After you,” she said, gesturing for Rola to begin, making

shoulder as

music would be delightful. And anyone competing here surely