The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 602
Edgar had always been extremely indifferent toward Anya, so hearing him speak to her in such a concerned tone overwhelmed
her.
She nodded obediently and touchingly before saying sensibly, “My injury isn’t serious, and I can still sing for you if I really want
me to. I know you’re very worried about me, and you probably won’t be in the mood to listen to me sing right now. I promise to
sing for you in the future!
“While recovering from this injury, I’ll train my voice again and aim to sing ‘A Love Entranced‘ in as perfect. a rendition as
possible for you and your wife in the future!”
Edgar listened to Anya’s filial response with an unprecedented look of appreciation. He nodded slightly. and said, “Sure. But
since you’re still going to have to recover from your injury, you must make sure to take extra care. There’s no need to strain your
voice too much. You’ve already sung very well today!”
His compliment was not simply out of politeness but out of a genuinely objective evaluation. The performance was impeccable,
and he was not the only one who felt that way–the applause from all the guests earlier was a testament to ‘her‘ ability.
Based on ‘her‘ performance that day, one could expect that ‘her‘ performance of ‘A Love Entranced‘ would be just as flawless. As
a longstanding fan of opera who valued talent above all else, Edgar’s perception of Anya had changed tremendously.
He did not like her very much in the past and even had a very bad impression of her. He always felt that Lucas’s half–sister was
something of a hypocritical, conniving moment. Though she always did things to perfection, it always seemed to have an ulterior
motive and was not very sincere.
After hearing her voice which she had so painstakingly trained, he finally realized she was a very thoughtful child. Perhaps he
had formed a prejudiced bias against her in the past and misunderstood her.
He sighed, for he had been trying to find some psychological comfort all those years for his wife who suffered from Alzheimer’s.
He had been searching for a girl who resembled his missing daughter whom. he wanted to treat like his own so she could spend
more time with his wife.
Anya’s thoughtfulness made him realize he no longer needed to find someone else for that role. She would be a good fit since he
already knew her and would be more at ease with someone in the family rather than an outsider.

Moreover, she looked more or less like their missing granddaughter, Luna, in particular, the mole between .her eyebrows. The
similarity would probably contribute to a feeling of closeness with his wife who suffered from Alzheimer’s.
In the future, he could allow Anya to come to the house as Emily to keep his wife company, talk to her, and sing opera for them.
That could alleviate her longing for her daughter and slow down her mental deterioration.
At that moment, Gertrude glanced anxiously at the stage and wanted to leave. “Emily... Emily left... We need to look for Emily...”
Edgar returned to his senses, hurriedly grabbed his wife, who was about to leave, and comforted her. Emily’s here. She didn’t
leave! Look here. She’s here! She’s always been here!” He said, pointing to Anya in the wheelchair to his wife.
Gertrude looked over, and her restless eyes finally fell on Anya’s face. She frowned and then stared at Anya for a while. Anya’s
clothes were different from those of the girl who played Consort Aileen on stage earlier, which might be the reason that the old
lady took a step back in repulsion instead of going closer.
No, it’s not her... She’s not Emily...”
Upon seeing his wife retreating instead of approaching Anya, Edgar found it a little strange and raised his brows worriedly.
“What’s going on, Gertrude? Didn’t you want to see Emily?”