LOGIN“She's an excellent painter, Auntie,” Clayton replied with a hint of pride in his tone. He placed an arm around Olivia's shoulder before adding, "You'll love her work.” Olivia’s cheeks burned at his praise. She dipped her chin, her gaze darting to the ground. “Let's go inside. Everyone's waiting,”
Olivia had barely gathered her composure when the car door opened. Clayton offered her his hand, and she took it without hesitation. The gentle warmth of his palm seeped into hers, offering a strangely comforting sensation. Her chaotic thoughts gradually faded, replaced by an unexpected sense of co
Olivia shook her head disapprovingly. “You can’t just go around punching people, even if they’re trying to escape." “He was lucky to get away with just a scratch,” Clayton replied, but his expression darkened. A protective glint flickered in his eyes, one that Olivia thought she might have imagined
Bea looked down at her feet, then wiggled her toes a little. Olivia held out her hand. “Can you squeeze my hand?” The little girl reached out slowly and squeezed her hand. After examining Bea’s vital signs on the monitor and seeing that everything's normal, she turned to Mr. and Mrs. Perez. "She'
“Are you out of your mind, Olivia!?” Clayton's voice hissed with venom. Olivia took one look at his face before instinctively taking a step back. The last time she had seen him so consumed by rage was a long time ago. That memory surged back unexpectedly, reminding her that nothing is more terrif
“You’ve got a big heart.” Mr David spoke after a long silence. Olivia smiled, feeling like the old man was finally opening up to her. But his next words wiped the smile off her lips. “But you’re too kind. No wonder you're lonely.” She blinked, taken aback by his unfiltered honesty. “I’m not.” “






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