I had no idea what the two agreed on. He turned around and left immediately, without even glancing at me. I was left half-kneeling there, holding the damaged violin, my hands and feet trembling.
No, it was impossible!
Vincent was not like that.
Once upon a time, he clearly loved me the most.
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Vincent and I had no blood relationship.
When I was five years old, my parents died in a car accident. Cato Murphy, who was good friends with my father, took me in.
From that day on, Vincent and I became childhood sweethearts.
He did not reject me, an orphan who appeared without permission. Instead, he held me tightly and promised me every day.
"Kara, I'll protect you for the rest of my life and make you the happiest girl in the world."
Vincent was a serious person and always kept his word.
He saved all his pocket money at school and bought me beautiful hairpins and skirts.
After Vincent, four years older than me, took over the Murphy Group and got the first month of share dividends, he specially ordered from abroad an expensive violin, on my 18th birthday, as a gift to me.
He encouraged at that moment, "Kara, you will definitely be the best violinist."