Chapter 942

The Fallout At that moment, Frederick, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. "You want to learn piano?" His voice was smooth, but beneath the calm lay a cutting chill. Each word dripped with disdain and warning. Violet’s heart pounded. But she had come this far—there was no turning back. She forced herself to meet his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Fuller. I do want to learn." Frederick’s gaze swept coldly toward the door, where Fisher stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Fisher flinched. Oh no. Had letting Violet out just signed his one-way ticket to Antarctica? Or worse—the Arctic? Penguins were one thing. But polar bears? He didn’t want to feed penguins. And he definitely didn’t want to feed polar bears. Frederick’s tone remained deceptively casual as he said, "Fisher, take Violet back to pack her things. Arrange a place for her at the Imperial Mansion. Make sure she has a piano room. Hire three instructors. Since she loves piano so much, let her study properly." Violet blanc