Brendan’s black pupils dilated as shock churned in him. Meanwhile, complex and intricate feelings filled his heart as though he had just been cut.

He had thought she cared only about this music book and the piano. It turned out that she was that invested… just because of him?

She had been trying to secure the music book he had given her, which was why she was so miserable that she was sobbing.

Something seemed to have struck him, and Brendan picked Deirdre up and walked out of the private room.

He put her in the passenger seat. When he fastened his seatbelt, he unconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a car behind him that looked inexplicably familiar.

After taking a second glance, he saw the license plate number and an emotion flashed across his black, frigid eyes. He then made a call.

In a washroom located in the private room next door, Charlene was hiding, trembling in fear.

While Vyn had been giving Deirdre a harsh lesson, she had unconsciously looked downstairs