MasukThe Director finally stopped playing with his pen. He slowly folded his hands on the desk. His gaze shifted from Sarah to Olivia. Then back again. “I'm curious,” he said. “Who, exactly, would you consider more qualified than Dr. Hilton?” Sarah opened her mouth confidently. But she couldn't say a
Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat. Despite Sarah's hurtful words, she felt no resentment. Instead, she looked at her with quiet understanding. “I don't hate you for hating me,” she told her softly. “Back at the orphanage, I was mocked, bullied, and blamed for things I didn't do. It hurt, but
Olivia felt at a loss for words. She wondered what she had done to deserve such hostility. Sarah's contempt had dated back to their days at the orphanage. Back then, Olivia endured every mistreatment without complaint. But not anymore. She was no longer willing to suffer in silence. Olivia fixed
The words caught her off guard. She managed a faint smile and shrugged. “There are things we have to let go, Sir. Mine just happened to be my marriage.” She paused, sadness flickering briefly across her eyes before she forced a small smile. “Perhaps it's for the better.” “Perhaps it is.” The Direc
Dr. Wilson adjusted his glasses, but instead of opening the file, he studied her for a moment longer than usual. “Tell me, Dr. Hilton, is it just me, or do you look different?” he asked. “Prettier, somehow, though I can't quite put my finger on why. Is it your hair? The curls suit you better. You l
“I forgot to tell you that Clayton called each of us, asking where you are. But we know nothing. We don’t know where you are.” Olivia knew she could rely on her friends. “Thank you,” she mouthed, a small smile touching her lips. “No worries. Just rest. We will talk tomorrow.” The door clicked s







