Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge-Chapter 279: I Don’t Want to Find My Parents

Eva could not help but groan inwardly.

No wonder they said this man was the most indifferent to familial bonding.

A father who had stood by and done thing as his son was murdered, and a fratricide brother were not worth having.

"I didn’t expect any of this. Your past was tougher than I imagined.

"I’m an orphan, but having such family members..."

It was more horrible than being an orphan.

Eva didn’t dare imagine what might have happened if her parents were like that...

If she had experienced that kind of things, how devastated she would have been!

Weren’t parents supposed to be the closest to their children?

There had been a time when she also looked forward to finding her parents.

But after hearing what Nicholas had been through in the past, she came to realize that not all parents loved their children.

Some even did their children harm.

Eva was now in her twenties. Having grown up in an orphanage, she was no longer obsessed with looking for her parents.

And now, after hearing what had happened to Nicholas, she was even less inclined to look for her parents.

That day, Eva had just walked out of the place where she worked part-time when she found herself passing a piano training institution in an office building.

Although she studied music, in the normal course of events, she did not pay much attention to this type of training institutes.

Because she knew that there were many art training institutions in the city, and most parents were willing to fork out to send their children to such classes.

But except for those with responsible trainers, most classes were not professional enough.

They had no problem helping children develop an interest in music, but they were not competent enough to impart music knowledge in an acceptable fashion.

That day, she saw an old man and a little girl about 4 or 5 standing at the door of the training course. He seemed to be saying something in a groveling voice.

"Miss Black, I’ve saved enough money. It’s all in this bag. My granddaughter wants to learn music. Please let her join the class."

The little girl’s grandfather was senile, and Eva could tell that he wasn’t in a good

economic situation.

His clothes were worn, and there were even holes in them. The clothes of the little girl beside him, though having no holes in them, were so faded that they looked grayish.

The little girl pressed her lips together and remained silent, a longing for knowledge in her eyes.

However, the girl at the front desk had a very bad attitude.

She was putting on lipstick before a mirror and didn’t even glance at the old man or the little girl.

"God, who pays with cash these days? I don’t have the time to count such a large bag of change. There’s a bank right next door. Go convert these into 20-dollar bills and come back later."

But the old man continued to plead, "Miss, the bank is closed now. My granddaughter has missed several classes already. The examination is nearing. She needs to catch up on her study."

"I don’t care. You should have prepared the money properly. Besides, your money..." said the girl, faint distaste in her eyes.

"Cash is so dirty. I don’t want to touch it."

The receptionist was obviously lazy and didn’t want to count the bills.

But that was her job. Why didn’t she think of how difficult it must have been for the old man to scrape up so much money and to bring his granddaughter here to learn music?

All she was asked to do was count the bills, which would take her ten minutes at the most. Did she really have to be that mean?

Finally, Eva found herself unable to keep her cool. She took a step forward, politely took the gunnysack containing money from the old man and directly hurled it onto the female receptionist.

"Count these and let this little girl in for the class!"

Having been hit by a "dirty" bag, the receptionist was reduced to screaming.

"Who are you?! Where are you from, you bumpkin? This is a training school! It’s about elegant art! Rustics like you are not fit to be here! Get out!"

With that, the receptionist attempted to throw the bag back at Eva, but the thread loosened and the crumpled bills which the old man had a hard job scraping together were scattered all over the floor.

The little girl promptly burst into tears.

Eva was never a busybody.

But on this occasion, the receptionist’s behavior really infuriated her.

The old man, having noticed that his hard-earned money was tossed to the floor, stooped down to pick it up, but unexpectedly, Eva straightened him and held his and the little girl’s hands, her face icy.

"Music knows no borders, no ranks, no social status. Confucius says everybody has a right to receive education. This old gentleman here has prepared the money, but you openly discriminated against him and picked on him. Are you not afraid word might get out about this and this training school will be shut down?!"

This was the age of the Internet. Even a trivial matter might cause quite a stir on the Internet.

The receptionist was a little scared by what Eva said, but soon, the manager of the training institute came out.

"Miss, the thing is, this little girl has been in arrears with her tuition fees for a long time, which was why our receptionist was a bit impertinent just now."

Eva did not buy the manager’s story. "This old gentleman’s money is still on the floor, and yet you think this receptionist’s attitude was just a bit impertinent?

"They’re here to pay the tuition. This woman couldn’t be bothered to count the bills, believing there’re too many of them. She’s keeping the girl from taking classes," Eva said. Then she glanced at the price list of the institute and sneered, "The price for your services is pretty high, but why are your employee’s moral standards so low?"

...

Indeed, this training institute was located in an office building in the heart of downtown.

The service charge was very high, and only people with a decent income would come here.

But it was also because this institute had a good reputation.

The old man wanted to help her granddaughter fulfill her dream of becoming a pianist, which was why he had scraped up enough money to send the little girl to the best training institute by stinting himself.

But employees of this training institute judged people by wealth and power.

When in front of rich parents who’d paid several years’ tuition up front, they acted like lackeys.

But their attitude towards consumers like this old man who paid for only a couple of lessons at a time was terrible.

At this moment, the old man said in an upset voice, "Thank you, Miss. I do owe them tuition fee.

"My son and daughter-in- law died premature deaths, and I don’t know how to swipe a bank card, so I brought cash here. And now even the bank is closed.

"The test is only a couple of days away. I’m afraid my granddaughter might fail it if she misses another class..." said the old man, looking on the verge of tears, feeling that his inability to earn more money had put his granddaughter at a disadvantage.

The old man’s words were sincere. The little girl had been silently fighting back her tears all along, but she was sensible enough not to lose her temper.

This scene appealed to Eva’s sympathy.

The first priority was to get the little girl into the classroom.

"I have money on me. I’ll trade mine for this old gentleman’s change.

"But I want this female receptionist to apologize for the insult she inflicted on the three of us just now, pick up the bills from the floor one by one and hand them to me!"

The female employee had got carried away a short while ago.

Most parents she had dealings with were rich, so she began to look down upon people from average economic backgrounds.

Eva struck her as a girl who had just graduated from college, so she could not bear to be judged by Eva.

"It’s just some change. Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it? And why should I pick it up?"

"Because you were the one who scattered it," Eva said. "Even cats know how to bury their droppings. You did something wrong, and yet you’re unwilling to accept responsibility for it?"

The female receptionist, however, began to argue with Eva.

"Who are you to talk to me like that?!

"This is the most upscale training institute in Hiltonan! We serve the rich! Why bother come here if you can’t afford our services?

"Even if this little girl learns how to play piano, what good could it possibly do her? Can she afford a piano? She might be able to pay the fee for ten lessons, but can she pay ten years’ tuition? Poor people are supposed to do menial jobs. It’s ridiculous for them to dream about becoming a pianist. Why did she come here? To disgust us?"

The receptionist’s yell drew a lot of people to the scene.

Among them were children who had just finished class, and there were parents too.

Some of them frowned disapprovingly after hearing those words, but most of them felt that they had spent a lot of money to give their children the best place to learn, and they didn’t want their children to have a poor classmate like the old man’s granddaughter.

After Eva heard the female receptionist’s remarks, the word angry was no longer enough to describe what she was feeling.

She looked coldly at the silent manager.

"You agree with her?"

The manager didn’t say anything.

It struck Eva that these people were virtually incorrigible.

She looked at the parents and their children behind her. "You all agree with her, don’t you? You also think that this old gentleman’s granddaughter doesn’t deserve to learn piano with you in this place, and that this little girl is not fit to be your children’s classmate, right?"

The crowd remained silent, but their silence was actually an affirmative answer.

They thought that this woman was probably soft in the head.

They were soulless and brainwashed by the idea that money was the most important thing.

"Good, very good."

Eva smiled.

Then, she saw a black tripod piano on the side.

She sneered, "My name is Eva Loraine. I grew up in an orphanage!"

With that she began to play the piano graciously.

Eva played the piece named Destiny by Beethoven.

Anger! Resistance! Passion!

It was the most impassioned symphony in musical history.

Beethoven had written the piece after suffering a series of setbacks, but the tenacious great musician had refused to resign himself to his fate, or to let destiny make fun of him. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

He had wanted to prove to fate and everyone that even if he was deaf, he could still compose music!

Few people in this country did not know the name "Eva". When she identified herself, many people were astounded. Those who did not know her, after hearing the piece she played, were also shocked.

Her proficiency in piano was way above that of common pianists.

When she was playing, the ordinary training institution struck people as an upscale concert hall.

She only played a short section and soon stopped.

"Kid, this is Beethoven’s Symphony of Destiny," she said, and then held the little girl’s hand in the presence of everyone.

The little girl was so excited that she looked up at Eva, her eyes dark and big and full of admiration!

"I don’t have rich parents, either. I worked hard to earn my teacher’s appreciation," Eva told her.

"Kid, starting from today, you don’t have to come to this institution anymore. I will teach you personally!

"You are my first student, and I’ll never charge you a single penny."

"What?!"

Her words staggered the onlookers further.

Every one of them knew that musicians rarely took on an apprentice, and that Eva had never taken on any apprentices before.

It was said that a well-known rich man in this country had once offered to hire her, but she had rejected him!

The parents of the children who studied piano here had never thought that the best pianist was right in front of them, and they had failed to recognize her!

The teachers and owner of the training institute were also transfixed with shock.

Their faces instantly changed. They became obsequious and began to implore her.

"Miss Loraine, I’m so sorry. My employee offended you just now. Please forgive her..."

The owner thought, <Damn it. Eva is also very popular on the Internet.

It’s said that one of her network broadcast received over 10 million views!>

If Eva openly dissed this training institution online, they would soon go out of business.