NovelXXXChapter 587:
No sooner had Fiona finished speaking than she noticed several bottles of new nail polish resting unopened on
the table.
It seemed that Gavin had spotted them too, the moment he walked in.
Fiona could feel the intensity in Gavin's gaze, which made her turn her face away in discomfort, unable to meet
his eyes.
Gavin fixed his stare on Fiona, tapped on the table, and said with a harsh tone, “Cover here and sit down.
We need to talk.”
Fiona was hesitant. She suspected that nothing positive would cfrom this conversation, and the last thing
she wanted was another lecture.
Despite her reluctance, she couldn't simply dismiss Gavin.
With a sigh, she dragged a chair over and sat down across from him, arms crossed, deliberately avoiding his
gaze.
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Gavin, clearly annoyed, looked at her and demanded, “What's been going on with you lately? You seem
distracted. You've even been neglecting your violin practice.”
Fiona responded dismissively, “I really don’t know what you mean. My passion for the violin hasn't changed, and
I'm not distracted.”
Pointing towards the items on the table, Gavin retorted, “Really? Your passion is the same? Then explain the nail
polish, nail art rhinestones? Decorations? How do you expect to play the violin with all that on your fingers?”
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Fiona frowned and reasoned, “I just bought them to take a look. | won't actually use them. I understand that
doing my nails could interfere with playing the violin, but you never said | couldn't just buy them to look, right?”
Gavin retorted, “And that manicure kit scattered all over the table? Just for looking too?”
“I got a set. It was a better deal,” Fiona responded, her voice faltering with the weak defense.
Frustrated by her justifications, Gavin raised his voice. “Do you not grasp the gravity of this? Your focus on music
is slipping. Why the sudden interest in nail art if you're committed to the violin?”
Gavin's words stung, and Fiona’s embarrassment morphed into defiance. “I am committed! | practice, don’t 1? Is
it wrong to glance at something else during my break?”
In that moment, Gavin realized Fiona was far from acknowledging her missteps, repeatedly justifying her actions
instead.
He spoke more gravely. “I've avoided serious talks before because | didn’t want to discourage you. But honestly,
your performance in the previous competition was subpar. You seemed less like the dedicated professional you
are and more like a hobbyist.”
Fiona blanched, her lips tight, as she absorbed his words.
With a stern look, Gavin continued, “If you were merely a hobbyist, I'd leave you be. But you're not. You're a
professional, and Cody Tucker's apprentice at that. You represent his teaching. Do you think your recent
performances reflect that?”
After a tense pause, Fiona replied sharply, “I'll do better next time. Why can’t you let the past be the past? Or
are you just trying to hurtby bringing it up because you simply look down on me?”
Gavin scowled. “Why would you think that? I'm discussing this for your benefit.”
“For my benefit? Really? You only look out for Elyse. She’s everyone's favorite, and I'm just another face in the
crowd. She might win first place, but I'm struggling to even make eighth. You clearly don’t like me. You're trying
to pushout,” Fiona shot back, her voice laced with anger.
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She unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration, reflecting her resentment that had built over time.
Breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with emotion, Fiona challenged, “You don’t honestly believe you and Irving
treat everyone fairly, do you? It’s always Elyse this, Elyse that. I'm just a spare to you. Neither of you truly care
about my progress.”
Gavin felt a sting of accusation.
How had Fiona harbored such misconceptions? She seemed to believe they favored Elyse unfairly, which was not
the case.
Locking eyes with an irate Fiona, Gavin probed, “So, you think we favor Elyse? You resent her, and that’s why
you didn’t help her when she was in trouble?”
Suddenly calmer, Fiona retorted, “What are you implying? That | left her in danger?”
Gavin, noticing her avoidant gaze, pressed on coldly, “Aren't you going to confess? Weren't you claiming you
weren't at the hospital the day Elyse had a miscarriage?”
With icy defiance, Fiona responded, “You accuseof not helping Elyse. Shouldn't you be presenting some
proof instead of just taking her word for it?”
“Then explain what really happened that day,” Gavin insisted.
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