Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 51: One Song to Fame

"Hugo, Cecilia is an orphan." Damian Hawthorne dismissed Hugo Grant’s speculation with a single sentence. "I’ve investigated her background a hundred times. There are no other possibilities."

He was always wary of people who suddenly appeared in his life. When Cecilia Nathan showed up and said she was going to pursue him, he had already dug up everything he could on her family history.

He traced her entire life, from birth through elementary, middle, and high school, all the way to college. Nothing was out of place.

"Then tell me, who took her from the hospital?" Hugo Grant looked up, his gaze fixed on Damian Hawthorne. "You must have checked the footage. The surveillance recording was cut, wasn’t it?"

"Who could be powerful enough to alter the hospital’s surveillance records? Damian, maybe your initial investigation was wrong from the start."

Hugo’s words struck Damian’s heart like a heavy hammer.

"Cecilia Nathan... is no ordinary person..."

Damian Hawthorne’s hand tightened slightly.

’If she’s not some ordinary person, then why did she stick by my side for all those years?’

’What is she really after?’

Just then, Damian’s phone vibrated. A text message from Serena Hughes flashed on the screen.

Damian Hawthorne’s brow twitched.

"What is it?" Hugo asked.

Damian put down his phone, his tone light. "Nothing. Serena Hughes remembered the song."

Hearing this, Hugo fell silent.

Damian had been searching for the person named Luna all this time. But back then, he had been blind, and Luna never spoke, communicating with him only through music and Braille.

And that particular piece of music was the one hurdle Damian could never get over.

"If Serena Hughes can play the entire piece, does that prove she’s Luna?" Hugo couldn’t help but ask.

"Only Luna can play this piece. It’s her original composition." Damian lowered his eyes. "If Serena Hughes can play it, then the possibility that she’s Luna is very high."

A possibility, not a certainty.

Hugo Grant chuckled.

It seemed Damian himself wasn’t so sure.

Fear clouds judgment when you’re too close to something. It was understandable.

"Have her come over. I’d like to hear it too." He was curious what kind of song could have Damian so fixated for so long.

Before long, Serena Hughes arrived with her violin.

Seeing the bar’s atmosphere, Serena’s expression changed slightly.

When Damian had told her to bring her violin, she’d eagerly done so without a second thought.

But in her mind, the violin was a high art form. It simply couldn’t be played in a bar.

"Begin," Damian said, his thin lips parting slightly, his brown eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Serena’s heart pounded.

"Mr. Hawthorne... am I playing it here?" Serena couldn’t help but ask again.

"Mm," Damian nodded dismissively. "Is there a problem?"

’There is a problem... but she didn’t dare say it.’

Ever since Damian’s attitude toward her had changed, she could no longer act spoiled in his presence. Instead, she was filled with apprehension and anxiety.

Hugo Grant leaned back on the sofa, his gaze landing on her violin, a thoughtful look on his face.

He remembered that Damian treasured this violin, always keeping it at home and never letting anyone else touch it, because it was something Luna had once touched.

’It seems Serena Hughes still holds some place in Damian’s heart,’ Hugo thought. ’Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left the violin with her.’

"Miss Hughes, do you feel it’s inappropriate to play the violin in such a noisy place?" Hugo saw right through Serena’s dilemma.

Serena’s eyes widened, the tears she’d been holding back nearly bursting forth. She then nodded furiously, like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, yes, Mr. Grant, you’re absolutely right! I feel that a refined instrument like the violin shouldn’t be played in a place like this."

Hugo looked at Damian. "Damian, how about we find another place?"

"Too lazy to move." Damian lifted his eyelids languidly. "Here is fine."

Serena’s expression soured, but she could only manage a helpless smile.

She had no choice.

If Damian told her to play here, then here she would play.

She raised the violin, closed her eyes, and recalled the rhythm and opening of the score.

For the past two days, she had been practicing this piece repeatedly. While she wasn’t perfectly fluent, she had no problem playing it from beginning to end.

She took a deep breath, set the bow to the strings, and began to play.

The smooth sound of the violin filled a corner of the bar.

At first, Serena’s playing was indistinct amid the bar’s clamor, but at some point, the bar’s own music faded, and the sound of the violin grew more prominent.

Perhaps because the music was beautiful, or perhaps because Serena played well, the people in the bar began to gather around unconsciously.

Damian’s face darkened, and his hand gripping the glass tightened fiercely.

He closed his eyes as scenes from the past flashed before them.

’This is the song.’

’This is exactly the feeling.’

Damian opened his eyes, a strange light glinting in his brown pupils.

He studied Serena Hughes once more, an indescribable look in his eyes.

A moment later, Serena finished the piece, and thunderous applause erupted around her.

"What song is that? It’s beautiful!"

"She played it so well, it moved me to tears."

"One minute! I need to know the name of this song."

...

Soon, someone plucked up the courage to go up and ask Serena the name of the song.

Holding her violin, Serena stood timidly. "This is my own original composition. It’s called ’Eye of Love’."

"It’s an original? That’s incredible! When are you releasing it? I’ll definitely support it." The person was so excited they looked like they wanted to find paper for an autograph.

"I can’t believe it’s an original. So amazing! The piece is moving and catchy. You can tell it’s going to be a hit."

Listening to the endless stream of praise, Serena felt both excited and nervous.

She subconsciously glanced at Damian, only to find him staring right at her.

Serena’s heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Damian was already handsome, and when his brown eyes were fixed on someone, they were captivating, making her feel both flustered and overjoyed.

After listening, even Hugo couldn’t help but shoot Serena a glance.

’I didn’t expect this from Serena Hughes. She’s not good at much else, but her original work isn’t half bad.’

’But she was clearly having mental problems before, so how did she suddenly remember it now?’

"Miss Hughes, when did you write this piece?" Hugo asked curiously.

Serena smiled faintly. "I don’t remember the exact time, but I do remember playing it many times during the days when Mr. Hawthorne was blind."

Hugo said nothing and looked at Damian.

The person called Luna had indeed comforted Damian with music throughout those dark days.

Serena’s words matched Luna’s story.

Plus, Serena could play the piece.

Hugo sighed.

There was no doubt Serena Hughes was Luna.

Just then, Hugo’s phone rang.

A slight smile appeared on Hugo’s face, melting some of the frost from his stern expression.

It was the custom ringtone he had set for Cecilia Nathan. The call was from her.

Hugo answered the phone, and Cecilia’s crisp voice came through. "Hugo, are you at a bar with Damian?"

"Yes." Hugo’s tone paused. "Miss Hughes is here too."

"Stop them," Cecilia’s voice was a little cold. "Don’t let them leave."

After hanging up, Cecilia looked again at the video someone had posted online.

In it, Serena Hughes was playing the violin in a small booth at the bar, surrounded by a crowd of people.

Damian Hawthorne and Hugo Grant were sitting nearby, listening intently to the music.

Because it featured Damian Hawthorne, Hugo Grant, and Serena Hughes, combined with the novel piece of music, the short video had quickly gone viral online.

Cecilia put down her phone, her lips curling into a cold smirk.

’Since Serena Hughes is so desperate for fame, I might as well help her out.’