Chapter 67
Olivia found herself in a situation she had never anticipated.
Ana, noticing Olivia’s silence, demanded, “What? Why are you silent? Do you think what I said was horrible?”
Olivia finally regained her composure and responded stiffly, “M–Ms. Ana, I’ll take the child with me. I won’t let it interfere with this. Naomi’s my sister.
Ana scoffed. “Don’t say things like this to me. Do you think you can take the Harris‘ child with you? Maybe I should give you a choice now, to not save Naomi.”
Olivia’s eyes widened in alarm. Ana was grinning, and it had a malevolent edge to it. She wanted Naomi dead.
As the car continued on its journey, Olivia sat there, her eyes locked onto Ana’s malicious smile. The silence inside the car was punctuated only by the sounds of passing vehicles, and a chilling sensation crept over Olivia as the breeze blew.
“You should think about what you’ll do,” Ana taunted. “Let’s see if you want your sister to live or die.”
Olivia said, “The child might not be useful to her.”
“Then why must you give birth to the child?”
Olivia was their family’s last hope, and she felt overwhelmed. She closed her eyes and appeared visibly shaken.
Ana, aware that Olivia would not choose to let Naomi die, continued her manipulative rhetoric. “Since you want your sister to live, you better take her place. Give birth to the child, and our family will treat you well, including me. I’ll be grateful for your great help.”
The car had come to a stop before Olivia realized it. She found herself facing a massive house surrounded by lush greenery.
Ana looked at her and said, “Let’s go. This is our house.”
As the driver opened the car door for her, Ana stepped out of the vehicle.
Olivia remained seated inside, still clutching her dress. This place was entirely
unfamiliar to her.
The driver opened the door for her, waiting. “Please get out of the car, Ms. Olivia.”
She hesitated and asked, “Can I call Tyler?”
However, before she could make the call, the driver cautioned, “Ms. Ana would be
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upset, so it’s better that you don’t do that.”
Feeling as though she had been taken against her will, Olivia reluctantly got out of the car.
Ana, upon reaching the house’s entrance, said, “Forget the formality and make yourself at home.” She then walked to the living room.
The driver, standing beside Olivia, urged, “Let’s go, Ms. Olivia.”
With no other choice, she followed Ana into the house.
As they entered the living room, Olivia noticed an elegant elderly lady seated on the couch, surrounded by three maids who were attending to her. The lady inquired upon seeing Ana, “Where did you go?”
