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    Rosanna immediately straightened her posture like a soldier answering a call. “Dad, Mom, I can’t say I’mpletely confident, but I promise I’ll give it my all. The previous online mess happened because I acted impulsively. I sincerely apologize for bringing shame upon the Morgan family. This time, I will make you proud.”


    At her heartfelt words, Richard’s stern expression finally softened, a flicker of a smile brushing across his face.


    He nodded approvingly, though he couldn’t help but throw Jarrod another frustrated re. “Look at your sister, then look at yourself!” Turning back to Rosanna with a much gentler voice, he said, “The past is the past; it’s water under the bridge. It wasn’t entirely your fault. If not for Maia stirring trouble online, none of this would’ve snowballed. Focus on preparing for thepetition. If you need anything, just let the butler know.”


    From the side, Jarrod watched Rosanna, an ache of envy gnawing at his heart.


    Both of them had stumbled and embarrassed the Morgan family, yet Rosanna was met with open arms while he was met with closed doors. But then again, Jarrod thought bitterly, he had no shining talents to stack against Rosanna’s natural gifts.


    Living a carefree life, away from the heavy crowns others wore, suddenly didn’t seem like such a curse after all.


    Pressing his lips together, Jarrod swallowed his growing dissatisfaction. Meanwhile, back in her room, Rosanna immersed herself in thepetition’s guidelines.


    This time, winning the championship wasn’t her only goal.


    There was something even more precious she was chasing — the recognition of the legendaryposer, K.


    It was her dream to have K craft a song just for her. She firmly believed that only a melody spun by K’s hands could truly capture the magic of her voice.


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    Wasn’t it the case that the masked singer stirring up waves online had also soared to fame because they sang a song written by K?


    Beyond her door, Jarrod stood silently, wrestling with his own resolve. Rosanna was his blood, his sister. Of course, he wanted nothing but the best for her.


    But there was a wolf hidden among the flock — Maia.


    That night at Starlight Bar, he had witnessed with his own eyes the raw power of Maia’s voice.


    As much as it pained him to admit, Maia’s talent could stand shoulder to shoulder with Rosanna’s — or perhaps even eclipse it.


    No way!


    He wouldn’t stand by and watch anyone steal Rosanna’s light — not if he could help it.


    Maia had just stepped out of the hospital, the cool air brushing against her skin. Kathie’s condition had taken a significant turn for the better today, a small relief in the midst of everything else.


    Ethan, however, seemed distracted, his mind clearly preupied with the rumors swirling around the uing singingpetition. Maia didn’t indulge him. She simply told him to focus on his studies and that he could catch the live broadcast if he was interested in watching.


    Unexpectedly, as soon as Maia stepped out of the hospital gates, she ran into Jarrod.


    Jarrod had tried calling Maia repeatedly, but she never picked up. His messages had vanished into the void, unanswered. It had driven him to the edge of frustration.


    After hearing from Rosanna that Maia had been seen with Elvira at the Primary Healthcare Center, he had decided to investigate for himself. And now, here she was.


    Before Maia could react, Jarrod grabbed her arm, his grip tight and insistent.


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