From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 339 This Championship Belongs to My Son Monica paused and said, "Only someone like paranoid Kelvin could pull this off." Timothy had already walked away.

He and Monica just didn't see eye to eye.

"Weird," Monica muttered, watching him leave. "Asking such a strange question and then just taking off." She shook her head, wondering, "Do guys have mood swings too? Like, a few days every month?" Monica shrugged it off and got back to work.

On Saturday, Timothy's doorbell rang.

Dragging himself to the door, he grumbled, "Who is it so early? I just fell asleep at five!" He opened the door to find Kelvin, all suited up and shoes shining.

"Kelvin?" Kelvin, with no expression, said, "It's tto go." "Go?" "We're finding Molly," he raised an eyebrow. "Forgot?" Timothy was about to lose it. "I never agreed to this!" "The private jet's ready," Kelvin said, dragging him out. "Let's go." "Kelvin, you wicked capitalist!" On the plane, Timothy was brushing his teeth, glaring at Kelvin.

Kelvin, reading the newspaper, said, "You can keep sleeping. I'll wake you when we get there." "You think I'm a pig who can sleep anywhere, anytime?" A good night's sleep was a luxury.

Timothy looked out the window, watching the clouds drift by.

"Why the private jet this time?" Timothy asked, "Last twasn't this fancy." "I have a feeling we won't cback alone." "What do you mean?" "Maybe Molly will cback to LA with us," Kelvin said, "or I might bring back a woman." That woman who looked a lot like Penelope.

He was eager to see her again.

Once he saw her, he wouldn't let her go! Timothy was planning to make sure Kelvin didn't find Molly! He had to warn Brandon to keep Penelope on her toes! What a mess! Kelvin put down the newspaper and turned on the in-flight TV.

The news started, "Today's latest news, the finals of the 37th Youth Piano Competition are this morning. We'll bring you live updates." "Who will be this year's piano prodigy? Who will wow the judges? Stay tuned." Kelvin smiled slightly.

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He'd watch the whole competition.

If Sam won, Kelvin wanted to meet Sam's mother.

What kind of woman could raise such a talented kid! Meanwhile, Penelope was taking the beautifully dressed Lucy to the piano competition.

She had promised Lucy, and she intended to keep her word.

Both she and Lucy being there made Sam happy and more motivated, confidently holding his head high.

"Go Sam!" "You're the best!" "We're waiting for you to win!" Lucy was excited in the family viewing area, even buying a glow stick to cheer for Sam.

Seeing this from the stage, Sam made a funny face at her.

Penelope, watching the kids interact, smiled genuinely.

Her Sam and Lucy were her treasures, her everything.

The family area was packed, with three full rows. Penelope and Lucy found themselves in the back, the better seats already claimed by other parents.

Families who could afford piano lessons and competitions were generally well-off. The parents were dressed to the nines, wearing expensive clothes and carrying pricey bags, looking polished.

In comparison, Penelope looked plain and low-key. Her T-shirt was from a night market, costing only a few bucks. As a result, sparents looked down on her.

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Sam's unexpected performance had stolen the spotlight, attracting media attention. Before this, Sam was m e unknown, never having won a piano competition. But now, he made a stunning debut, making it to the finals at the youngest age! Seven said he could be the future "Harmony Starlight." Many people focused on Sam, ignoring the other contestants.

"Mommy, am I being too loud?" Lucy whispered to Penelope, "I saw the lady next to us frowning." "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Look, Sam responded to you." Lucy nodded and waved the glow stick even more happily. "Go Sam! Champion!" The middle-aged woman next to them made a sound of discontent, loud enough for Penelope to hear.

Lucy looked at Penelope, a bit at a loss. "Mommy." "It's not Sam's turn yet. Let's not talk for now." "Okay." Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman sneered, "What's with all the shouting? It's so annoying, as if the championship is just waiting for your son to take." Penelope wasn't one to seek trouble, but she wasn't afraid of it either.

She had dared to offend Kelvin before! Now, this woman was bullying her, and she should just take it? Besides, couldn't she be a bit kinder in front of Lucy? Why be so nasty?

"Sorry, but the championship is indeed waiting for my son to take," Penelope smiled slightly. "Werem celebrating early, so we're a bit Smiled excited. Sorry for the noise. If you find it annoying, I can lend you a pair of headphones." She pointed. "There's an empty seat over there. You can sit there." The middle-aged woman was surprised by Penelope's sharp retort.

Because of Sam's popularity, parents had looked into his background. They found out he was just an ordinary kid from a single parent family. They felt indignant, thinking how could their carefully nurtured children be outshone by a three-year-old from a single-parent family. They all looked down on Penelope.

At this moment, several parents in the front row also turned their heads to glance at Penelope.