From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 340 The Bet That Sam Will Definitely Win the Championship Everyone turned on Penelope.

"Isn't it too early to say that, Sam's mom?" "The competition just started. How can you be so sure your son will win?" "That's ridiculous. A three-year-old kid beating everyone?" "Exactly. My son got third in the Southern Region Piano Competition! Who does your son think he is?" Once one person started, everyone else piled on, venting their frustrations at Penelope.

Why should Sam get all the attention? Their family looked poor and inferior in every way! They had to put them in their place! But Penelope stayed calm and composed.

She seemed so indifferent, she didn't even take these people seriously.

Her only worry was that it might affect Lucy.

"Lucy, mommy's a bit thirsty," Penelope said, "Can you go buy a bottle of water? Don't go too far." "Mommy." "Go ahead. I'll be right here waiting for you." Lucy nodded, took the money, and obediently went off.

Once she left, Penelope wasn't afraid anymore.

She glanced at the parents who had spoken, their air of superiority unmistakable.

Sof them were a bit flustered by her gaze.

After all, she had been with Kelvin and picked up sof his natural authority.

"Everyone should speak more ethically," Penelope said, "Sam is just a child, competing fairly. As for whether he can win, it's because I, as his mother, believe in him. And he indeed has the ability!" Sam had the sresolution as Kelvin.

What he wanted, he got! What he set out to do, he did his best! Always aiming for first place! Second place was a failure! This time, Sam was competing for the prize money, so he would work even harder.

From what Penelope knew about Sam, this championship was definitely in the bag! Sthings were just in the genes.

Sam was Kelvin's son! How could he be any less? "None of us here would dare say our child will definitely win." Penelope shrugged. "That's because you're timid and lack confidence in your child's abilities." She still remembered the origin of Sam's piano journey. It was a chance encounter with a pianist playing "Whispering Keys" on a piano in the mall.

Unexpectedly, after hearing it once, Sam climbed onto the piano bench and played it directly.

Not a single note was wrong! Such talent shocked Penelope, who signed him up for piano lessons the next day.

"Alright, Sam's mom, if you're so confident, how about a bet?" "Yeah, a bet?" "Do you dare to bet? Can you afford it?" Penelope nodded. "Sure, why not? I'm all in on this. Whatever you want to wager, I'm game. Any amount, I'l match it!" Hearing her so confident, the parents wanted to teach her a lesson.

Judging by Penelope's attire, she probably didn't have much money.

So, they decided to bet money! Let's see if she dared, and if she lost, whether she could pay up! A middle-aged woman next to her said, "Alright, let's bet money!" "Fine," Penelope agreed, staying calm. "How about this: if Sam wins, each of you gives$5,000. If he doesn't, I'll give each of you $5 DO!" "Only $5,000? Who do you think you're looking down on? That's nothing!" "Exactly." "Raise the stakes." Penelope laughed. This was like free money. Lucy needed a lot of medical expenses anyway.

"Then you decide the amount," Penelope replied, "I'm fine with anything." "Each person $10,000!" "Okay," she agreed.

Seeing her so confident, the parents exchanged glances.

"Don't back out, Sam's mom! Words alone aren't enough; you need to write a note!" Penelope readily agreed. She wrote the note, signed it, even added her fingerprint for good measure. Then, she had all the parents involved in the bet sign and seal it, making the agreement official.

This way, when the competition ended, she could collect the money from each of them.

Seeing Penelope so confident, the parents had nothing more to say and were left speechless. They could only glare at her.

During the intermission, Sam ran off the stage towards her. "My darling!" "Oh, you're my darling too," Penelope said, "This time, you must compete well and win the championship." Sam looked at her in surprise. "Why are you suddenly so competitive?" Penelope had always been low-key, telling him to "just do your best" and "as long as you're happy." Today, she actually wanted him to win.

Penelope took out the note and showed it to him. "Look, this is a lot of money. Eight people signed the bet. If you win, I can get $80,000." Lucy's medical expenses would be more than covered. This money shouldn't be wasted. Who told them to look down on people? "$80,000? The prize money is only $10,000," Sam said, "That's a lot." Penelope smiled. "Yes, so you know what to do." Sam stood at attention and saluted her. "Got it, ma'am! Mission will be accomplished!" "Go ahead." At that moment, Lucy cback with the water.

"Mommy, here you go," she said, "My elder brother, do you want some? I can go buy you another one." Sam's young heart was touched. "You actually calledbrother?"

They had been arguing about who was the elder since they were little. Neither would give in. After so many years of arguing, Lucy actually took a step back!

"Yes!" Lucy nodded. "Because you compete to earn money, share mommy's burden, and always cheerup when I'm sick, I acknowledge you as my elder brother, a man who takes good care of others!" Sam scratched his head. The sudden praise made him a bit uncomfortable.

"Sam is the best!" "Yes! Lucy is also the best! You will beat the illness!" Penelope hugged both children, smiling happily.

When the finals officially started, the lights slowly con. The crisp m sound of the piano, like a mountain stream, tinkled pleasantly. A row of judges, all highly respected old artists, sat in the audience. Finally, it was Sam's turn to take the stage.