Chapter 876 Expressing Affection

• After a couple of chuckles, Harold Campbell strolled over to the piano and took a seat. The audience, whether they were spectators, Philip Patrick, or the Chanaeans supporting him, were all puzzled by his laughter. They couldn't grasp its meaning.
• As Harold settled at the piano, Dr. Moore promptly brought a basin of perfectly warm water to him. "Mr. Campbell, you should soak your hands for a bit first, to get the blood flowing in your fingers and make them more flexible later on," Dr. Moore suggested with a pleasant smile. He wasn't concerned about the competition's outcome; he simply wanted to maintain a good relationship with Harold Campbell, the influential figure.
• "I'm still young, I don't need this. You can take it away," Harold Campbell dismissed Dr. Moore's kindness, requesting the basin to be removed as soon as it was placed down. His words sounded particularly harsh to Philip Patrick, almost as if he was mocking the hand-soaking action earlier.