Chapter 39 Self-Clearing
[There are always some people who are eager to join the circle and use various means to dig into Luann's past!]
And so, the eighteen years Luann spent in the countryside were exposed.
The person who posted had sharp words and made persuasive analyses.
Firstly, how could Luann, a woman without much education and who has not received any piano lessons after being taken back by the Weaver Family, have the opportunity to touch a piano?
Secondly, even if she did touch it, with her current age and talent, how could she pass the tenth level piano exam in just four short years?
The poster claimed to be a piano expert, stating that based on Luann's playing posture, she did have some understanding but definitely couldn't handle such a difficult piece.
In short, Luann was faking it, and the sound was added in post-production!
The comments below naturally exploded.
Some people angrily accused the poster of envy and intentionally spreading malicious rumors.
Others defended the poster, believing that such a miracle couldn't possibly happen to Luann.
[From what I know, Luann has been working for two years already.]
[You should know that it's better to learn the piano at a younger age. The older you get, the more time and energy you need to invest.]
[She works from 9 to 5 every day. How can she afford the intense piano practice?]
[It must be fake playing. Her sister, Juliet, has a certificate, yet she can't play well. How can she, an amateur, play so amazingly? I don't believe it.]
[It's obviously a publicity stunt.]
[This is a bait post, seeking attention.]
The arguments in the comments became increasingly intense.
Just as Luann was attentively reading, Holly’s phone rang again…
"What is going on? Are you feeling sad? Do you need me to come over and give you a hug?"
Luann wrinkled her brow, placed the phone on speaker, and looked puzzled.
"Why should I be sad?"
Holly blinked twice, confused, thinking she had misheard.
"After being criticized like that, how are you not sad?"
Luann sighed, turning on the water noisily.
"A clear conscience does not need defending."
Holly rolled her eyes and scolded in frustration, "Clear conscience, my foot! They splashed dirty water on your face, and you're talking about a clear conscience!"
"Hey, hey, hey, as Myron's wife, wouldn't the Curtis family do something about your reputation being ruined?"
Luann submerged slowly in the water, leaving only her head visible.
She squinted comfortably and leaned back lazily.
"I'll handle this myself, without the Curtis family's involvement."
Holly huffed, "Fine, as long as you're fine!"
"If you hadn't sent me those, I would be even more fine."
"Heartless!"
Click, click, click—
Luann finished her bath, wrapped in a robe, and went out to find Myron still awake.
She was about to speak, but he beat her to it.
"How do you plan to handle this?"
Luann hesitated for a moment, not catching on.
Myron reminded her, "The post."
"Now that things have escalated like this, it is clear that there is someone pulling the strings behind the scenes. My best approach is to not solve it," Luann said calmly and confidently, "Besides, some people haven't used up all their tricks yet."
Seeing Luann so composed, with a smile playing at the corner of her lips, Myron felt the weight on his heart slowly lift.
Seems like his worries were unnecessary after all.
He was just about to contact someone to block these messages when he overheard Luann and Holly's conversation.
He was curious to see how Luann would handle this.
As Luann had guessed, Juliet released a video overnight.
In the recording, she cried, pleading with everyone to stop cyberbullying her sister.
Her tone was pitiful, overflowing with green tea vibes.
As Luann was dozing off, she heard Juliet's voice.
She peeped through a small crack and saw Myron watching the video.
Juliet sobbed and apologized.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"I made this video today, hoping that everyone would stop the hate."
"My sister is not really the person you all described... She actually has a lot of insecurities because she has lived in the countryside for so many years and have not experienced many things that belong to her."
"Maybe it's because she has never felt secure for so long that she wanted to be like me and become an actress..."
" ...thought..."
"So, that's why I agreed to her request and acted in that play."
"Actually... I just wanted to help my sister gain more fans. I didn't expect it to create such a huge sensation."
"I'm sorry for occupying public resources!"
"I'm here to apologize on behalf of my sister!"
Juliet bowed at a ninety-degree angle as a sign of respect.
As soon as the beautiful woman shed tears, the tone of the comments below changed instantly.
[This has nothing to do with you; you're also a victim.]
[Exactly, you have a ten-level certificate, unlike Luann. We're criticizing her, not you!]
[Fake bullets are fake bullets. No matter how you try to wash them, it’s useless!]
[Moreover, why should you apologize? You haven't done anything wrong!]
...
The popularity of the post skyrocketed, and it remained at the top of the trending list almost every day. The comments below Luann's post were a complete mess.
Everyone was passionately scolding, but they never saw the main character.
However, they still enjoyed it as if it had become their daily after-dinner delight.
Little did they know, Luann had long stopped caring about all of this, not even bothering to read those posts.
Soon, it was time for the appointment with the old man.
Saturday, Luann woke up early.
When going downstairs for breakfast, Myron looked surprised.
"Aren't you off today? Why not sleep a little longer?"
Luann sat opposite him and had a servant help serve a bowl of porridge.
"There's something I need to take care of outside."
Myron nodded, "Good, I also have to go out. Do you need a ride?"
Luann shook her head, "No, the place I'm going to is quite far."
Myron picked up a tissue and lightly wiped the corners of his lips. "Alright, then I'll be off."
"Goodbye."
After Myron left, Luann started to slowly sip her porridge.
The Upper West Side, the golden hall.
It was one of the top golden palaces in the country, where countless famous pianists had performed.
Wearing a mask, Myron entered through a side door and headed straight to the backstage.
"Teacher."
Vincenzo 's body trembled as he slowly turned around, his eyes seemingly slightly red.
He let out a faint hum through his nose and approached him, reaching out his hand tremblingly.
Myron's fingertips trembled, but he didn't avoid it and let him grab his hand.
"You brat! So you still know how to come see me! I thought you wouldn't come anymore!"
"And why are you wearing a mask? Take it off quickly!"
