Chapter 1119:

Meanwhile, Anthony’s anger surged toward his father. “Dad, you can’t simply change your mind! I already accepted the money. The agreement is finalized. What sort of business is this, taking payment and then backing out of the sale?”

George Hill, Anthony’s father, continued focusing intently on tuning his violin.

“Dad, respond! Don’t pretend you can’t hear me! I know you’re listening!” Frustrated, Anthony noticed the toolbox at George’s feet and kicked it forcefully, scattering tools everywhere.

George stayed silent, aware of his wrongdoing.

“That guy’s probably dead by now, anyway. What’s the point? He’s never returning! Can’t you just let it go?” Anthony pleaded, his voice rising.

George exhaled deeply. “I believe that when I give someone my word, I must honor it. I promised to create this violin for him.”

Anthony inhaled sharply, feeling he could no longer reason with George. Irritated, he scratched his head and said despondently, “Fine, I won’t argue with you. When you retire, I’m selling this violin no matter what.”

George tried to respond, but Anthony was finished listening. He turned and exited, leaving George alone in the workshop.

George’s gaze lingered on the front door for a moment before he reached for the violin, his touch gentle as he caressed it. He absentmindedly strummed the strings, dissonant notes floating into the air.

“Maybe finding you a new home wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” George whispered to himself. Yet, he had promised the man his very own violin.

George sighed. “If you don’t appear soon, my son will undoubtedly sell the violin. You know he’s never been fond of you. He’d do it in an instant.”

Concealed behind the door, Edward and Jayden exchanged mysterious glances.

“Who is this elderly man anxiously awaiting? Is it a lover?” Edward pondered aloud.

Jayden shook his head. “I doubt it. His son mentioned it was a man.”

Edward’s eyes widened. “Not a woman? The old man remarkably honored his promise. Incredible.”

“Honoring one’s commitments is a commendable quality,” Jayden stated. “However, reneging on an agreement once established is not.”

Edward arched an eyebrow. “So you devised this scheme to seize that violin under the cover of night?”

Jayden cast Edward a sidelong glance. “If you’re unwilling to participate, feel free to leave. I can manage this alone.”

Edward scoffed. “Don’t even consider it! I refuse to let you claim all the credit with Elyse.” . . .