Chapter 4

My mother was a world-renowned violinist.

After my father had an affair, she resolutely chose to divorce him and then took me abroad to restart her career.

When her career was back at its peak, she rushed to attend my first violin performance and got into a car accident on the way.

I couldn't participate in that performance.

Instead, I went to the hospital to see her for the last time.

On her deathbed, my mother left her last words.

"Go back to your father. With his help, you'll avoid many detours and reach greater heights."

"And those dresses, I want to take them with me. Remember to cremate them all for me."

In the end, I kept one dress, planning to wear it today, hoping it would give me strength.

But now, that dress was on Vanessa, the original thin straps had been altered into a strapless design.

I rushed over and grabbed Vanessa's hand.

"Why is this dress on you?"

The performance came to an abrupt halt, and the audience below started whispering.

Vanessa looked at me with a wronged expression, "Sister Chloe, we're still performing."

Lucas stood up angrily and scolded, "Chloe, what are you doing? Get off the stage."

I pointed at the dress on Vanessa and looked at him coldly,

"Explain why my dress is on her."

He came over and questioned me in a low voice, "You have the nerve to ask? Where were you?"

"You never showed up, so I called Vanessa to save the day. She came on stage at the last minute without preparing any clothes, so I gave her yours."

"What's wrong with wearing it?"

I looked at him in disbelief. Lucas knew very well that this was my mother's memento.

My mother hated nothing more than others touching her dresses.

I ignored Lucas and walked over to Vanessa, commanding coldly,

"Take it off."

Vanessa didn't reply to me, but looked at Lucas with tears in her eyes.

Impatient, I grabbed her hand to take her to the backstage dressing room.

Vanessa struggled, as if I were some kind of monster, and turned back to shout, "Lucas!"

Lucas rushed over and pushed me away forcefully.

He used too much strength, and I stumbled and fell to the ground.

He seemed not to have expected me to fall, his expression regretful, wanting to help me up.

But Vanessa grabbed him, burying her face in his shoulder and crying, "Lucas."

In the end, it was the school security guards who helped me up.

Before I left the stage, meeting his gaze, I suddenly remembered the promise he made to me on the day I agreed to be his girlfriend.

He said that no matter what happened in the future, he would always stand firmly by my side.

Thinking about it now, I couldn't help but laugh at the irony.