Jackson walked over and handed his phone to Andrew Lane. On the screen was Emily Blair’s social media profile, along with the public statement she’d just posted.
After handing over the phone, Jackson didn’t dare look at Andrew Lane’s expression. He quietly took a few steps back, lowering his head.
The statement read:
Hello, everyone. I’m Emily Blair, one of the main contestants in the Starlight Piano Competition.
Regarding recent events, I have a few things to say:
First, Isabella Austin did plagiarize. That’s a fact, no matter how anyone tries to justify it. I honestly don’t understand—if plagiarism is proven, why does she still have defenders? Why is a relatively unknown piano competition suddenly getting so much attention? And why are some fans and internet users attacking me and people around me—digging up our private lives, sending insults, and harassing us? I won’t claim to be innocent, but based on all the evidence, I’m certain Isabella Austin is not.
Second, I’ve decided to withdraw from high school. If anyone has a problem with me, or if Isabella Austin’s fans are angry, please don’t go after my school, my teachers, or my classmates—and certainly not the judges or staff of the Starlight Piano Competition. They’re innocent. I take responsibility for everything I’ve done and for all the consequences. If you want to insult someone, insult me alone.
Third, thanks to those who so kindly wrote apology statements on my behalf. I won’t edit anything out—I’ll just let everyone see them as they are. These so-called apologies are thorough, I’ll give you that.
Fourth, I don’t think I did anything wrong. If I had to do it all over again, I’d make the same choices.
To everyone who’s been dragged into this because of me, I’m truly sorry. I offer my sincerest apologies.
Finally, I’m not deleting my social media account or closing my messages. Say whatever you want.
Beneath the statement, Emily had posted a screenshot of her call log. The photo showed a flood of calls from unfamiliar numbers, all coming in one after another.
She also shared a photo of the apology letter drafted by her school. The clarity of her phone’s camera made every word legible from start to finish, with nothing hidden.
After reading through Emily’s statement, Jackson could only think she must be out of her mind—challenging Isabella Austin so brazenly online.
Everyone close to Mr. Lane knew that Isabella Austin held a far more important place in his heart than Emily ever could. Even if Emily was his sister, there was simply no comparison.
Jackson had already experienced Mr. Lane’s favoritism firsthand. When Mr. Lane ordered him to contact every major media outlet and PR agency, it was clear how much he was willing to go the extra mile for Isabella.
It wasn’t just the extravagant marketing budget—Mr. Lane paid careful attention to every detail.
He was always busy, yet he still set aside time for Isabella, making sure to personally handle her situation.
Ever since Isabella confided her struggles with depression, Mr. Lane had started shifting his workload—either handling tasks in bulk or postponing meetings—just to free up entire afternoons to accompany Isabella to her therapy appointments.
This was so unlike the Andrew Lane everyone used to know. He used to be a workaholic—people thought he’d spend his entire life buried in his job. Then Isabella Austin appeared and changed everything.
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