Chapter 98

Nathan Lowell's fingers hovered above the piano keys, frozen mid-air.

He remembered Sophia Laurent's effortless grace when she played at the concert hall.

"Self-taught, yet more talented than conservatory graduates..."

The thought tightened his chest.

The piano lid reflected his haggard face.

Once a celebrated musical prodigy, he now couldn't even book small recitals.

His agent's morning text confirmed his last endorsement deal had fallen through.

Penalty fees kept snowballing.

All because of that livestream.

Sophia's casual remarks had shattered his carefully crafted public image.

"If only..."

Richard Lowell slammed his teacup onto the coffee table.

"Writing a few melodies doesn't make you special."

His lips curled. "Just a puppet dancing for corporate sponsors."

William Lowell scrolled through financial news on his tablet, brows furrowing.

"Pearl Group just secured two international contracts."

He swiped angrily. "That old fox Oliver Granger won't budge an inch."

Silence filled the study.

Only the wall clock's ticking sounded unnaturally loud.

Richard suddenly stood.

"Find out who really controls Pearl Group."

His eyes narrowed. "No one turns down money."

William nodded in understanding.

"Sophia thinks the Valdemars will protect her forever."

He lowered his voice. "Let's show them her true colors."

Victoria Lowell's hands trembled around the fruit tray.

"Must we go this far?"

Her voice shook. "Blood is thicker than water..."

"Mother!"

William slammed the table.

"Did she consider family ties when suing you?"

He pointed at Nathan. "Or when she ruined our brother's reputation?"

Nathan stared at his reflection in the polished keys.

For a moment, he saw little Sophia standing on tiptoes, reaching for his piano.

He'd pushed her away then.

Now he caught himself wishing—

If Sophia lost everything, would she return to that lonely girl craving affection?

Richard traced the family portrait on his desk.

Sophia wasn't in the frame.

"She'll learn who her real family is when she hits rock bottom."

His cold eyes gleamed in the glass reflection.