Chapter 74: Chapter 70: Man Does, Heaven Watches

After Elton Morgan sent the message, the group chat was spammed with candle emojis.

[Volt: The Fourth Master has already gone to contact a professor at The International Conservatory of Music.]

Beta Morgan raised an eyebrow and calmly replied with a message.

[Beta: Volt, no need for the Fourth Master to make contact. Our master is more than qualified for this teaching job.]

A voice message from Elton Morgan arrived immediately after.

“This is your Fourth Master. That was the most hideous version I have ever heard in my entire life. Tell your master to compensate me for my emotional distress and for copyright infringement.” Darius Lynch’s voice was thick with accusation, and you could feel his foul mood even through the screen.

After listening to the voice message on his earbuds, Beta Morgan glanced up at the man and woman across from him, filled with immense admiration for his master’s self-control.

’With that demonic caterwauling ringing in his ears, he somehow didn’t even crack a smile, his fingers playing the entire song’s accompaniment smoothly without a single tremor.’

After the final note, he even calmly remarked, “Aurora, your tempo was a little fast.”

’A little fast? She was completely off-key and had no rhythm whatsoever!!!’

Beta Morgan was beyond speechless.

But his master continued with the barefaced lie, “You have a great vocal tone, you just need to practice slowly…”

Aurora Sinclair nodded. Recalling what Luna Jennings and Jean Quincy had said, she asked, a little confused, “Do I sound that bad when I sing?”

“It’s not bad, your pitch is just a little off.”

Standing in the corner and trying to make himself invisible, Beta Morgan shuddered again and silently sent a message to the group chat.

[Beta: The master said Miss Sinclair doesn’t sound bad, her pitch is just a little off.]

As expected, this message pissed Darius Lynch off again. He grabbed Elton Morgan’s phone and went on a frantic rant in the group chat.

“You call that ’not bad’? Your master needs to get his ears cleaned out.”

“That’s a voice so off-key even Chopin himself couldn’t save it.”

“I’m doomed! Her voice is stuck in my head now. I think I’ve forgotten how to sing my own song!”

…

Beta Morgan was thoroughly enjoying the tirade on his Bluetooth earbuds when a long, slender hand suddenly snatched his phone away.

His heart skipped a beat. He looked up awkwardly to see his master’s face, which held a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

The color immediately drained from his face. He hung his head and stared at the tips of his shoes.

Alvin Morgan glanced at the phone screen, let out a cold laugh, and pressed the voice message button. He said to the group, “You’ve been listening in for a while now. Have you paid?”

The discussion in the group chat stopped instantly. Even Darius Lynch didn’t dare make another peep.

Alvin Morgan scrolled up through their chat history, then glanced at Beta Morgan. “How much did you make?”

“Thirty-six thousand…” he squeaked, his voice reeking of guilt.

Alvin Morgan tossed the phone back to him, turned back to the piano, and said coolly, “Transfer half to Aurora.”

Beta Morgan nodded repeatedly. ’Thank god he didn’t ask for all of it,’ he thought. But then, Alvin Morgan let out another cold laugh. “Transfer the rest to me.”

“…”

Beta Morgan’s heart was bleeding…

’My money!’

After a whole evening, Aurora Sinclair still hadn’t learned the song.

But Alvin Morgan praised her anyway, “You’ve made great progress.”

Aurora Sinclair was very happy and gave him a solemn bow.

She didn’t ask for the money, just hummed the out-of-tune melody as she headed home with her schoolbag on her back.

After she left, Alvin Morgan said coolly, “Since she doesn’t want it, transfer it all to me.”

“Yes…”

Beta Morgan stared silently at his now-empty bank account, his heart bleeding.

’The master truly is Morgan the Skinner.’

***

With two days left until the graduation ceremony, Aurora Sinclair’s pitch was still off, but she was starting to follow the rhythm a little better.

Luna Jennings and Jean Quincy were quite satisfied.

At Kingsford No. 1 High School, the evening self-study sessions had now become rehearsal time for the graduation ceremony.

Luna Jennings required everyone to participate, and they all cooperated, including Aurora Sinclair.

On the last day of group rehearsals—

As everyone was rehearsing, a sudden commotion erupted outside the door.

Suddenly, a girl in a Kingsford No. 1 High School uniform with disheveled hair burst in.

Her uniform was filthy, and she reeked of a sour, foul odor.

The moment she entered, she screamed in a hoarse voice, “Aurora Sinclair—get the hell out here—”

Only then did the students recognize her. It was Mandy Warren, who had been expelled a month ago.

She lifted her head and glared viciously around the room. Brandishing a knife, she pointed it at the girls closest to her and yelled, “Where’s Aurora Sinclair?”

Terrified, everyone scrambled backward.

“Mandy, don’t get excited! We can talk about whatever’s wrong.” Mona Lowell was the first to speak, even taking a few steps forward.

“Don’t get excited? My family was ruined by Aurora Sinclair—” Mandy Warren snarled, her eyes bloodshot as she clutched the knife tightly.

Mona Lowell continued to soothe her with a look of deep sympathy. “Mandy, put the knife down first. Let’s talk this out properly. If you’ve truly been wronged, our Lowell Family won’t just stand by and do nothing.”

But Mandy Warren wasn’t buying it. A cold sneer appeared on her face, her eyes filled with resentment for Mona. “Cut the crap! If you hadn’t been there instigating things, would I have offended Aurora Sinclair and Jean Quincy so badly? You’re just a bitch, a disgusting bitch lusting after Young Master Lowell!”

She waved the knife around as she spoke, looking extremely dangerous, yet Mona Lowell continued to edge forward.

“Mandy, how can you think that? I’m your best friend!”

“Mona, don’t go any closer…”

“It’s okay…”

Someone tried to pull Mona Lowell back, but she struggled free. She used too much force and lost her balance, stumbling right toward the knife in Mandy Warren’s hand.

“Ahh—”

Mona Lowell’s face went white with terror. Just as the blade was about to draw blood, an incredibly fast figure suddenly appeared between them.

The knife stopped, just a centimeter from Mona Lowell’s stomach.

Mona was forcefully shoved back, while Mandy Warren’s arm was seized in a grip so powerful it made her cry out in pain.

“Ahh—”

The knife clattered to the floor.

A boy nearby immediately ran forward and kicked the knife away.

Mona Lowell, terrified, collapsed onto the floor, trembling all over and looking utterly pitiful.

“Aurora Sinclair—you bitch, let me go—” Mandy Warren shrieked when she saw who was holding her.

Aurora Sinclair looked at Mandy Warren calmly for a moment before releasing her and taking a step back. Mandy clutched her aching, numb arm and glared at her fiercely.

Tears slowly welled up in her eyes, and the tip of her nose turned red. On the verge of a breakdown, she yelled with a sob in her voice, “I was already expelled! I already left Kingsford! Why won’t you let me go? If you have a problem, come after me! Why did you have to hurt my parents?”

A flicker of surprise appeared in Aurora Sinclair’s eyes, but before she could say anything, Jean Quincy’s furious voice came from the doorway.

“Mandy Warren, you have the nerve to come back? I haven’t even settled the score with you yet!”

Furious, Jean Quincy rolled up her uniform sleeves and charged into the classroom, but Zeke Quincy, who had just arrived, caught her and held her back.

“Zeke, let me go! After everything she put me through, you won’t even let me punch her a couple of times to blow off steam?”

“Hah, go on then, come and hit me. My family’s already been ruined by you people anyway. If you’ve got the guts, then just kill me—” Mandy Warren clutched her arm and took two menacing steps toward Jean Quincy.

“…You’re a psycho!” It was the first time Jean Quincy had ever met a girl so reckless with her own life. She took two steps back and cursed from behind Zeke Quincy.

“I am a psycho! Why else would I have provoked you daughters of the Great Families for no reason? Now my parents are jobless, and my father even had his legs broken. Aurora Sinclair, I’ll kowtow to you, I’m begging you, please spare my family! If that’s not enough, you can have my life—”

With that, Mandy Warren actually dropped to her knees with a THUD, preparing to kowtow to Aurora Sinclair as she wept.

But a hand quickly grabbed her by the collar and hauled her effortlessly to her feet.

“I didn’t harm your parents,” Aurora Sinclair said, her face impassive as she made the serious and earnest denial.

Mandy Warren froze for a second, then shot back with a sarcastic look, “Aurora Sinclair, heaven is watching what you do…”

“I didn’t do it,” Aurora Sinclair repeated.

Just then, the terrified Mona Lowell seemed to snap out of her stupor. Through sobs, she said, “Aurora Sinclair, I never thought you were this kind of person. Even if you are the heiress of the Sinclair Family, you can’t just treat people’s lives like they’re worthless, can you?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for all the surrounding students to hear. They looked at Aurora Sinclair with suspicion, their expressions shifting.

Hearing this, Jean Quincy immediately grew frantic. She pushed Zeke Quincy aside and shouted, “Mona Lowell, what nonsense are you spouting? The Sinclair Family wouldn’t stoop to doing something so dirty behind someone’s back, and Aurora would never do it!”

Mona Lowell shrank back and said pitifully, “The victim herself is right here. What’s the point of you denying it like this? If it weren’t for your Sinclair Family, Mandy wouldn’t have ended up like this…”

“You…”

The expressions on Jean and Zeke Quincy’s faces changed drastically. The surrounding students reflexively took half a step back, their faces showing their disapproval.

At that moment, three or four police officers suddenly rushed into the Class Six classroom, followed by the school’s principal and teachers.

The police quickly restrained Mandy Warren.

Mandy Warren screamed hysterically, “Aurora Sinclair, you bitch! I curse your entire family—”

She thrashed, trying to break free from their hold.

“Settle down—” one of the officers reprimanded her.

Then, he scanned the students in the room with a sharp gaze and asked sternly, “Who is Mona Lowell?”

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