Chapter 607

Again, Edgar did not buy her story. Instead, he asked, "Would someone please get her a glass of water?" Anya was speechless. After drinking the water brought by the servant, she did not come up with any more excuses; she had no choice but to sing. 'I've been practicing for a few months, so I should be as good as Corinne…' thought Anya. She sang the same verse as Corinne, but her voice broke at the end, making the audience giggle. Anya was horribly embarrassed. She had never felt so humiliated, so she quickly tried to explain herself. "I'm sorry, Grandpa! My throat is really sore, so—" "Oh, really? Your throat is sore, huh?" Edgar heartlessly interrupted her. "You sang so beautifully when you pretended to be Consort Aileen. Do you really take me for an old fool? Do you think I can't tell your voice is totally different from hers?" Anya's eyes reddened. She looked like she was about to cry. "No! Grandpa, I'm not lying. It's really because of my sore throat… I…" Edgar frowned and