Victor didn’t loosen his fist until the gate of the hall slowly closed. With a long sigh, he turned around and said to Rhine and the rest of the orchestra, “I’m going back to my office to finish my work. Everyone, keep practicing please.”
“Mr. Victor, please don’t push yourself too much.” Rhine put down his violin and walked to Victor. His face looked serious, “I don’t think you can come up with a good melody with your current mood.”
Victor’s mind was being bothered by fatigue, depression and anger at the same time. He nodded, “Thank you, Rhine. I just… need some rest.”
“Lucien, Lott, you two accompany Mr. Victor to his office. Felicia and Herodotus, you two keep practicing.” Rhine said to the students.
On the way to the third floor, Victor didn’t say anything. Neither Lucien nor Lott knew what to do, so they just followed him silently.
