RedNovelChapter 217 The Truth Will Prevail He had coldly uttered his reply, causing the air around them to seemingly drop to freezing point.
Fabian shuddered. Normally, an issue like this could be handled easily, but the problem was that this particular contestant was now connected to the Gray family.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sierra made it to the finals through the judges' selection. You, of all people, should know she didn't pull any strings, right, Mr. Walsh?" Theo's voice was sharp and unforgiving, making Fabian break out into a nervous sweat.
Before coming here, he had done his due diligence. Sierra had entered the finals purely based on skill. Before this controversy erupted, there hadn't been a single rumor about her having any ties to the Gray family.
"That's true. Sierra earned her spot fair and square, but the backlash online is growing. Many contestants are opposing her participation..." "So just because of a few baseless accusations, you'd force an innocent competitor to withdraw? How is that fair to anyone?" Theo's voice dropped even lower, carrying a dangerous chill.
Fabian's forehead was slick with sweat as he quickly shook his head. "Mr. Gray, I would never suggest such a thing." "Sierra has no connection to Benson anymore, "Theo stated firmly. "And she's never cheated in her life." "Of course, I believe you, Mr. Gray," Fabian replied. "But the public is fickle. They believe rumors more than facts. Even if Sierra does well in the competition, people will still question the results." Theo's dark eyes turned ice-cold. "The truth will prevail. This competition is based on skill. Isn't that why we have judges?" Fabian hesitated for a second before realizing Theo's meaning-he wanted the judges to step up and clear Sierra's name.
"I understand, Mr. Gray. The Marisol Cup prides itself on fairness. I assure you, we won't let any contestant be slandered without cause." In the piano room, Sierra's slender fingers danced over the piano keys, filling the space with a gentle melody. However, after a few minutes, a sharp pain shot through her left shoulder, forcing her to stop abruptly. Her delicate face tightened with frustration as she turned to glance at her shoulder, anxiety creeping into her eyes.
"Cee, you've been playing all afternoon. You're pushing yourself too hard. It's only been a few days-how can your injury possibly heal that fast?" Madison walked over with a glass of water, her voice laced with worry. Seeing the flicker of disappointment in Sierra's eyes, she softened her tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSierra took the glass, offering a small smile. "I'm fine. I know my limits. You don't have to worry." Yet, in reality, she felt the heavy weight of tslipping through her fingers. If she didn't keep practicing, she wouldn't be ready.
She needed to get used to the pain. Eventually, she'd go numb to it.
"You're way too stubborn." Madison sighed, sitting beside her with a half-pout, half-scowl. She was frustrated but mostly concerned.
Sierra chuckled softly. "Yesterday, I could only play a third of a piece before stopping. Now, I can almost finish an entire song. That's progress. I'm not expecting to win, but at the very least, I want to complete my performance with dignity. I owe myself that much."
Madison sighed tically. "If I had even half your determination, I'd be famous by now." Then as if om something clicked in her mind, she frowned. "Wait... That's weird. This whole scandal blew up, but Theo hasn't called you once today. Not even a text?"
Sierra's fingers tightened slightly around the water glass before she calmly replied, "Uncle Theo is busy with work. He probably doesn't have tto deal with things like this."
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