Barrett gave a deep bow, and the stage curtain began to slowly close.
The audience instantly broke into an uproar, buzzing with discussions.
"A substitute harpist? Who will they replace?"
"I have no idea."
"One bad apple spoils the whole barrel."
"Maybe the ill harpist will make it back in time?"
"Make it back in time? Acute gastroenteritis, they may even need surgery."
The incessant chatter was so noisy that it disturbed the old lady's peace of mind.
The one losing face was ultimately Wen Jingya, a member of the Lu Family.
But Wen Jingya had brought it upon herself.
She had explicitly forbidden them from attending Barrett's concert.
This time, let it serve as a lesson for that young girl.
Next to her, Madam Lan Xiang's elegant eyebrows were tightly knitted.
Originally, Barrett wanted to cut the harp section, and it was she who persuaded Barrett.
Now that there was a problem with the performance, she felt responsible.
