Chapter 795



After hearing Freya’s misleading words, the idea that Rola had stolen Sophie’s composition seemed laughable. Despite Rola’s family’s lack of decency, stealing someone’s work at such a dignified event was utterly disgraceful.

Many cast disdainful glances toward Kallie and Sophie.

Below the stage, Elma wrung her hands, riddled with anxiety. “This is utter nonsense! They’re all lying. It’s obvious Sophie wrote it. How can they not see that?” she exclaimed.

Beside her, Calvin maintained his composure, gently squeezing her hand to soothe her nerves. “Don’t worry. Mom and Sophie can handle this. The more worked up you get, the less you can help.”

Elma pouted, her frustration palpable. “It infuriates me, seeing them gang up on Sophie like this.”

Calvin’s eyes hardened with determination. “That’s exactly why I must grow stronger. If I am powerful enough, I can protect you, Sophie, and our mom from ever being mistreated again.”

Suddenly, a voice from the crowd cut through the murmurs. “Sophie, get off the stage!”

The initial call sparked a chorus of agreement. Soon, the hostility escalated as some began hurling objects onto the stage.

As Sophie watched the chaos below, she tightly clutched Kallie’s hand, her nerves palpable. “Mom, they look so terrible,” she murmured, her voice quivering.

Kallie, ever poised, responded, “People often see only what they wish to see. The truth is of little consequence to them. We need to seize this moment to set things straight, or rumors will follow you everywhere.” Having been through similar ordeals, Kallie was determined to shield Sophie from such experiences.

A warmth spread through Sophie, comforting her. Freya, growing impatient, snapped, “Hurry up and remove them! The next contestant is waiting.” The security guards exchanged unsure glances, not daring to intervene.

Earlier, Kallie had made a strategic call to Ewing before taking the stage, who likely had a word with the competition organizers, causing the guards to tread carefully.

Irritated, Freya questioned, “What’s the hold-up? Get them off the stage now!”

Kallie, unfazed and with a sly smile, countered, “Are you so eager to have us removed because you fear we might reveal evidence?”

Freya scoffed, lifting her chin defiantly. “Evidence? I’d love to see what you’ve got.”

Freya was confident. She had already taken steps to destroy any incriminating surveillance footage and fingerprints, emboldening her actions against Kallie. A slight smile touched Kallie’s lips as she observed Freya’s brimming confidence. Turning her gaze toward the backstage, she called out crisply, “Come out.” At Kallie’s command, Rola emerged.

Gone was Rola’s previous haughtiness. Now, she regarded Kallie with palpable fear, as if seeing a specter. Freya, catching the shift in Rola’s demeanor, felt her smile stiffen and a chill spread through her.

Without allowing Freya time to intervene, Kallie strode forward and grasped Rola’s arm, pulling her closer.

Kallie declared firmly, “Maybe I lack concrete evidence, but I do have a witness. There’s no need for endless debate. Let’s hear it straight from the person involved.” Kallie fixed her eyes on Rola, stressing each syllable. “Tell everyone the truth about who really wrote that piece.”

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