Andrew watched Vivian's righteous indignation with a flash of hurt in his eyes. He curved his lips in a slightly mocking smile.

"Is it really so?"

"What else?"

Vivian crossed her arms and glared at Andrew. "My piano skills weren't taught by you. I never acknowledged you as my teacher. Just focus on teaching your own disciple. Why bother with me?"

"Vivian..."

Andrew shook his head, understanding her mindset all too well.

She clearly despised him for not being a famous pianist.

Fine.

He waved his hand dismissively and turned to leave, "If you don't want me to teach you, I won't insist."

Vivian watched his retreating figure with a disdainful snort, feeling no burden at all, and turned back into the practice room.

Andrew's journey had been emotionally tumultuous. He never expected his own daughter to look down on him.

Back in their home country, she had begged him to help her in the piano world. Now abroad, she scorned him.

Nancy was attentively listening to the notes played by Linda Smith, nodding internally. Linda indeed had the talent and had quickly grasped the essence of the changes they had made to their piece.

Suddenly, Nancy caught sight of someone entering. She turned and saw Andrew walking in, looking lost and dejected.

She immediately stood up, "Master, weren't you supposed to be with Vivian today? Why are you back here?"

Andrew waved his hand, saying nothing, and sat down on a sofa.

Patrick walked over from the piano, exchanging worried looks with Nancy.

They had never seen Andrew with such a defeated expression.

"Andrew..."

Patrick patted his hand gently. "Are you okay?"

Andrew shook his head, "I'm fine."

But after saying this, both Nancy and Patrick could clearly see the sadness deepening on his face.

Nancy, quick-witted, quickly put two and two together.

"Master, did Vivian not want you to teach her?"

"Yes."

Andrew nodded, a bitter smile on his face. "When I got there, three girls from her group were there. They mocked Vivian when they saw me, and then she told them I was her father, not her teacher, and sent me away."

"How could she do that?"

Linda, who had been playing the piano, stopped abruptly, pressing the keys hard in frustration. She stood up angrily, "You're her father, yes, but you're also her teacher. You came here as her and Nan's teacher. What does she mean by saying this now?"

Patrick chuckled bitterly, shaking his head with a hint of irony, "What else could it mean? She's just ashamed that Andrew isn't a famous pianist. She's afraid of losing face, afraid of being scorned!"

Andrew covered his face with his hand, understanding their words all too well. But hearing it spoken aloud made it all the more painful. What father wouldn't be hurt to be despised by his own child?

This time, Vivian had truly wounded his heart deeply!