Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 20

Lucas naturally entered to the last final, and there were only eight contestants left. Half of them would fail in the finals. The songs chose by Lucas always attracted the audience, and they exclaimed in admiration. In the end, he stood on the last final's stage.

On that day, Moira was also quite nervous. However, she only calmly told Lucas to try his best and she didn't force him to get the first prize but be calm to face the competition. After these matches, he was more popular, and more and more people predicted he would get the first prize.

Libby didn't make a film but followed Lucas every day. She was not absent on every competition.

In the last match, Moira had invited his father to watch the competition, and Elias had also understood how outstanding his grandson was. In the past, her daughter had a talent for playing piano. After he had sent her daughter to study the piano, she had become more like an artist.

In these years, Moira's income was all earned by attending the piano performance. Although she couldn't be rich, she could still be carefree.

Now, her son was becoming better than her.

Melissa and Molly also bought tickets and came over to have a look, but they didn't feel happy at all. Instead, they felt annoyed, feeling that Moira wanted her son's excellence to make up for her mistakes and regain Elias's affection.

Therefore, they actually hoped that this performance would be ruined. It would be the best result if Lucas got the last place.

Libby followed Moira to the backstage this time. She comforted Lucas, who was dresses in a suitable tailcoat today, and his hair was slanted and combed to one side, revealing his well-defined facial features. His tiny face, however, had already been handsome. "My baby, you're so handsome! Give me a kiss." Libby can't help hugging Lucas and kissing his little cheek.

Moira was also very happy. Her son was so outstanding. As a mother, she was the one who was most proud of him.

Moira pursed her lips and smiled as she bent down to look at her little son. "Son, I doesn't expect you to be number one, but I hopes that you can perform on stage as calm as usual. Don't be nervous, and don't be defeated."

"Ok!" Lucas felt her love, a smile appearing on his little face.

There were only ten or so minutes left before start of the competition.

In a hall of a luxurious villa, a fifteen-year-old girl was tightly pulling a fifteen-year-old boy, "Hurry up, it's about to start. We can't miss the last final."