As the car was about to move, the old man came out again and shouted, "Don’t think I’m joking, Raymond."Raymond sighed and pushed open the car door, stepping out. His eyes met the old man's cold, sharp gaze."You’ve said enough, Grandpa," Raymond said, his voice low but burning with emotion. "I’m not listening to you. I’m not your toy, so don’t tell me what to do.""If you truly cared about Mia, you wouldn’t have given her false hope. That false hope is part of why she’s misbehaving," Raymond added bitterly, glancing at his grandfather.Olive stayed in the car, a soft smile forming on her lips—not of joy, but of survival. Her heart was too numb for any new pain. She had grown used to his voice, to the cruel barbs laced into every sentence. Nothing could break her more than what she’d already endured.She now understood—truly understood—why the old man clung to Mia like a lifeline. They were the same, after all: two people wrapped in selfishness and soaked in bitterness.Raymond no lo
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