?<strong>Chapter 1565:</strong>


    Cody’s face turned pale, and he remained frozen for several moments, as though grappling with a hidden fear.


    Sensing an opportunity, Jayden pressed him. “Mr. Tucker, do you know something about this nightmare? If you tell us what happened back then, we might be able to understand what her nightmares mean.”


    Elyse turned to Cody with hopeful eyes. “Please. These nightmares are wearing me down. Can you help me?”


    For a long time, Cody didn’t respond. Finally, with a deep sigh, he muttered, “Let me think about it.”


    Elyse, sensing that he would eventually reveal the truth, waited patiently.


    After half an hour, Cody emerged from his room, his face unreadable.


    Sitting down stiffly, he said, “Where should I start? I guess it makes sense to begin with why your father and I parted ways with Ms. Griffin.”


    Elyse straightened, her curiosity sharpening. Cody continued, “Back then, your father and I were celebrated violinists, well-known in our circles. But your father… Well, he had a reputation. He was charming, especially with women, and let’s just say he didn’t take rtionships seriously. Before meeting your mother, he was the kind of man who’d flirt with anyone and move on without a second thought. One day, he came to me with big news. He’d received an invitation from the king of Virelia, who admired his music and wanted him to perform at a prestigious Peace Concert. It was supposed to be a monumental event. He called it an incredible opportunity and asked me to join him.”


    Elyse tilted her head, her interest piqued. “That sounds amazing. A Peace Concert sounds so meaningful.”


    Cody nodded. “That’s what we thought, too. So, we went to tell our mentor, Ms. Griffin. We thought she’d be proud of us. But instead, she was furious. She scolded us harshly and forbade us from attending.”


    Elyse frowned, confused. “Why would she stop you? The concert sounds like such a noble cause.”


    Cody began, his voiceced with nostalgia. “Ms. Griffin believes music is a universal marvel. It transcends words, weaving emotions into a tapestry that can touch hearts across borders. Yet, those in positions of power often fail to grasp its profound essence.”


    Elyse blinked, momentarily startled. “That… actually makes a lot of sense.”


    A faint smile yed on Cody’s lips as he continued, “It does, doesn’t it? But back then, we were young and blinded by our passion for music. We brushed aside her caution. Furious at our obstinacy, she severed our bond.”


    Elyse nodded slowly, piecing together the fragments of the story. “So, that was the reason for your falling out.”


    Cody fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “Ms. Griffin wasn’t wrong. Her words carried wisdom I only began to understandter. But even now, I can’t say I regret my choice. If I were to turn back time, I would still perform in that concert. The only regret that lingers is this: my music wasn’t potent enough—neither powerful nor profound enough to stir the depths of people’s souls. If I had achieved that level of artistry, perhaps the course of the past would have been rewritten entirely.”


    Elyse tilted her head, her expression softening. “But you’re incredible—a world-ss violinist. Isn’t that enough?”


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