Sybil watched the high-definition video of herself stealing the sheet music. The image was so clear you could even read the notes on the page.
In her terror, she cried out, "Are you a psycho, Loyce?! You actually have a camera in your own room?"
Who would do such a thing? Loyce would. She always did the unexpected.
Loyce elegantly swept her hair back, a knowing smile on her face. "It's my room, and I have the right to do what I want with it. What I install in there is my business."
The audience was too far away to hear their hushed conversation, but they could see the shocked and angry expression on Sybil's face. It was clear the two were arguing.
Morris, seeing this, realized Loyce's phone held a secret. He walked back on stage, took the phone, and after watching the video, his eyes flashed with fury as he confronted Sybil. "I wondered why your musical style changed so drastically. You plagiarized her work and then tried to frame her?"
Cornered again, Sybil shook her head frantically, her voice trembling as she begged, "Morris, please, let's talk about this at home, please. I'm begging you, don't let the audience know. I can explain, please."
If that video went public, her reputation would be destroyed tonight.
Morris deferred to Loyce. "Loyce, how do you want to handle this?"
Loyce smiled gently, her tone considerate. "It's a family matter. Airing our dirty laundry in public would only embarrass the Lonsdale family. Morris, let's do as Sybil asks and settle this privately at home. Could you please say something to the audience?"
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