Professor Ward sighed. “There’s a little… complication with her hand. It’s largely healed, but she still can’t pick up a brush anymore. So, she turned to learning the piano instead.”

Brendan was as unperturbed as ever. “I see.”

Inside, Julia was taken aback by the abrupt mismatched melody. “What the heck?”

“It’s nothing,” replied Deirdre, laughing dryly as she tried her best to calm herself down. “It was an accident.”

“It was pretty chaotic!” She rose. “We’ll resume our lesson later. I should go outside and greet Brendan. Will be back in a jiffy!”

Julia went outside, and Deirdre clenched her hands into fists. She still could not stop herself from trembling. What if Brendan suddenly opened the door and came in?

She pressed her ear at the door and listened. She could hear him complimenting Julia rather decorously, “You’re all grown up now, aren’t you? And all glowed up, too.”

Brendan never liked saying these things, so the fact that he even did showed how much he respected Profes