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“Why?” Brenden askel.
Camila lifted her right hand and explained, “I injured it three years ago. I can’t handle professional performances anymore, let alone a high–level, high–pressure concert tour, I can’t keep up with you. I’d slow you down.”
She lowered her head her voice light, almost casual–but Brenden knew better. For violinists, hands were everything–their feline, their career, their am. Having that taken away meant losing the entire path they’d worked so hard to walk.
That kind of heartbreak could only be fully felt by someone who lived through it. And for someone like Camila, whose love for the violin ran deep, the pain must’ve been overwhelming.
Henden’s eyes were full of quirt sympathy as he reached over to examine her hand. “You’ve still got calluses, he said. “Which means you haven’t completely given up on the violin. And as long as you haven’t given up, there’s still a chance.
From what I can see, the injury might not be as bad as you think. With the right treatment, you could make a full recovery”
Camila gave a urall, defeated smile, “I saw a lot of doctors back then. They all said it couldn’t be fixed unless I had surgery. But the surgery carries risks. Worst–case scenario, Ed never be able to play again.”
was why she never went through with it
That was
“Were those regular doctors?” Brenden asked.
is always the same–damaged tendons, not suitable for Camila nodded. “Yeal. I tried almost every hospital in Emberwick. The answer was always professional work. That’s why I only teach at a music studio now and take occasional gigs”
Brenden locked up at her. “Do you trust me?
She nodded without hesitation
He handed her a postcard. Then go try traditional medicine”
Camila accepted it with both hands and glanced down. “A traditional medicine doctor at Emberwick Medical Center?
“Yeah,” Brenden said. “This doctor’s got a real gift for acupuncture. You should give it a try. A few of my students had hand injuries too. He treated. them, and the results were honestly impressive”
Still, Camila hesitated. “But what if it affects your tour?” After all, she knew traditional medicine wasn’t like modern treatments–it took
Brenden chuckled. “The tour doesn’t start for over a month. That gives you plenty of time to get your hand treated. And if, in the end, you can’t make it, 171 figure something else out”
It was his way of offering her peace of mind.
Camila looked genuinely grateful. “Mr. Moone, thank you so
so much”
“No need for all that polite talk, Brenden replied. “If you really want to thank me, then get your hand treated and help me kick off the tour with a bang
Her father had passed away when Camila was young, and to her. Brenden was more than just a mentor–he was like a father figure.
Her eyes turned red “Mr. Moone. I won’t let you down again”
warm and steady palm patted her back gently, his heart suffering a little
Horndens warm
He’d adored her ever since the first time be heard her play. Over time, she became more than just a student–he saw her like a daughter,
So when Camila gave up such a golden opportunity three years ago for a man, Brenden had been both disappointed and frustrated. But later, he figured she was still a kid back then. If it was her choice, then he’d respect in
The arm day, Camila went to Emberwick Medical Center to get her hand checked out. She’d just stepped inside when a familiar voice rang out
I was a well–kept, elegant woman, dressed head to so in couture, dripping in jewels. Her skin was flawless, barely giving away her
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In her hand was the latest Hermès summer release–one of those rare models that required about a hundred grand worth of additional purchases just to gain the right to buy it.
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