“Is that why you won’t pick up the pen? Feeling guilty, are you?”
“Echo’s right here. Does she even dare to challenge her? Does she have the guts to have her handwriting tested?”
“If I were her, I’d drop to my knees right now and beg Echo for forgiveness. Then I’d never show my face in the piano world again.”
Every mocking voice felt like a knife twisting straight into Olivia’s chest. She looked up, her eyes red and wet, and met Charlotte’s icy, unreadable stare across the room. The tears just kept coming, spilling over before she could stop them. Just moments ago, she’d felt so smug and unstoppable. Now, all that confidence was gone, replaced by humiliation and pain. This was what it felt like to be completely shattered in front of everyone.
“The results are out.” The staff member’s voice cut through the chaos, and the camera zoomed in on the report.
In the results section, the words were clear: [After analyzing the handwriting, we confirm that the sheet music and Charlotte’s sample are from the same person.]
The room exploded with noise. So Echo really was the composer behind “Light.”
Olivia clenched her jaw, suddenly freezing cold, like she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.
A minute hadn’t even passed when the staff spoke again. “Since Olivia refused to provide a handwriting sample on site, we’ve used the one from her competition registration form. And the result… The composition is not her original work.”
So it was official. She was the one who copied. She was the one who lied and played the victim.
“I’ve never seen anyone so shameless—copying someone else’s work and then demanding an apology from the real author!”
“Olivia, you’re fake!”
“Olivia, apologize!”


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