Masuk“Olivia Hilton?” Olivia nodded and showed her ID and birth certificate as proof of her identity. The woman motioned for her to sit down before pointing to the photograph Olivia had been staring at. “Do you know Sister Anne?” “Yes. She used to be one of the caregivers at the orphanage when I was a
Even after the call ended, Olivia remained standing there with the telephone still pressed against her ear. She slowly lowered the receiver and placed it back on its cradle when Sloane called her name. “What did they say?” Olivia turned toward her. “They want to see me in person. They said they mi
Olivia stepped inside the duplex and quietly closed the door behind her. She slipped off her shoes before making her way toward the stairs. The house was silent, and there was no one in sight. Her friends were probably already asleep in their rooms. They were early risers, after all, and getting eno
The tears he had been holding back slowly slipped down his cheeks. Regret flashed across his face, followed by pain so raw and profound that Olivia could almost feel it radiating from him. “I could have lost you…” His voice broke completely. “And the baby…” He pushed his chair back and stood. He m
“It’s packed,” Olivia said the moment they entered the upscale restaurant. “It usually is,” Clayton replied matter-of-factly as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “Good thing you rescheduled our reservation.” “I told you not to worry.” The hostess greeted them almost immediately and gestured
Olivia made her rounds and visited each of her patients. Those recovering from surgery were doing well, and none showed any signs of complications. She spoke with a few of them before giving the nurses their instructions for the night. Once she was satisfied that everything was under control, she r
The words were delivered with an exaggerated sweetness that was truly venomous, but Olivia didn't even flinch. The words were nothing compared to the verbal lashings Mrs. Hilton made her endure on a daily basis. “Come on, girls, she’s not even worth our time.” Marian finally found her voice. She tu
The dinner went off without a hitch. After clearing the last course of the meal, the precious wine everyone had been waiting for was poured. Lianne gracefully rose from her seat, her glass raised to propose a toast. Everyone turned, and the chatter faded into a respectful silence. “Thank you all f
“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







