Medical Center.
VIP ward.
"Dr. Duncan, don't take it to heart."
Mrs. Jenkins smoothed things over. "St. Claire is simply too concerned about my health.
I know Dr. Duncan has his own research direction. He can't possibly switch to researching a cure for Charm Poison right away.
It's all right.
I've gotten used to it over the years.
But you mustn't come to dislike music.
Music is so wonderful.
It has been my lifelong pursuit."
"It's good that Mrs. Jenkins understands."
Adam smiled noncommittally. "I have other matters to attend to."
With that, he prepared to leave.
Mrs. Jenkins's gaze darkened.
She rarely encountered people like Adam.
She had been the precious daughter of a wealthy family since childhood. When she grew up, her family had required her to marry a banker of equal social standing.
She had resisted, too, running away from her family and preparing to live happily with the man she loved.
Unfortunately, her father cut off her funds.
She supported herself by teaching children piano, but after only a few weeks, she could no longer keep going.
Emmm.
Fortunately, her father soon "gave in," and she returned home.
Before long, she married that banker.
She was only eighteen that year.
On their wedding night, her first husband, a notorious womanizer, infected her with Charm Poison.
It was said that some fallen woman on a street corner had passed it on to him.
What she hated most was not the act itself, but its consequences.
Her "super talent," which had allowed her to enter the White House to play piano at the age of eight, vanished when Charm Poison damaged the nerves in her left hand.
She could have become Beethoven, but afterward, she could only shift her hobby and passion to the lesser field of singing.