Chapter: 1592

Susanna nodded and quickly had someone bring a pocket watch, then she anxiously paced outside the door.

In the study, Matteo and Sean, having caught wind of the conversation, halted their activities and approached Susanna.

They had both invested much effort into managing Kayla's condition and were now deeply interested in a potentially effective solution.

Matteo sighed. "Kayla is proud of her skills, so she thought about finding a successor. She's been immersed in piano since she was three. It's a part of her identity, and she isn't ready to let go."

"Dad, Norah doesn't make empty promises. If she believes there's a way, it could truly work. Let's just wait and see," Sean comforted him.

Susanna, fraught with worry, sought comfort in Phillip's embrace, her hands clasped as if in prayer, hoping Norah's approach would reignite her mother's passion for the stage.

The Scotts, despite occasional disagreements, were profoundly united in their hope and support for one another, always wishing for the best outcomes.

Inside the room, Norah and Kayla sat opposite each other.

Norah clutched the chain of a pocket watch, holding it just within Kayla's view, and began to sway it gently.

"Kayla, I'm going to hypnotize you with this pocket watch. When you hear piano music, you will go on stage and perform until the piece ends, and then you'll wake up."

Kayla felt a surge of anxiety, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Okay."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Norah whispered reassuringly, wiping Kayla's forehead gently. "Just keep your eyes on the pocket watch and follow its movement..."

Suddenly, the ticking of the watch filled the air.

Kayla's vision blurred, and she found herself standing on a grand stage, in front of a piano. When she looked around, the place struck a familiar chord.

It was where she gave her first performance after her maternity break.

The crowd below cheered her return, the auditorium brimming with people excited for her performance.

She remembered it now.

During that performance, she had made several errors. Before the piece concluded, some audience members started to leave, expressing their disappointment.

Sitting on stage, she watched in despair as people left, her fingers quivering. Why were they Leaving? She knew she could play well. It was just a slip.

That day remained a haunting memory she wished to forget.

A sequence of notes jolted her back to the present. Calmly, she sat at the piano, positioned her hands on the keys, and inhaled deeply.

She began to play the familiar melody with poise, the tune she had mastered over countless performances revived under her fingers.

She closed her eyes, immersed in the music. The hall fell silent, filled only with the resonant notes of her piano.

When the piece concluded, she opened her eyes to the sound of vigorous applause. The audience looked at her with joy and admiration, their clapping echoing warmly.