Chapter 139
Chapter 133
Tori’s POV:
Olivia’s silver eyes misted as she gazed at the photogaph
“That was Susan, William’s wife,” her voice caught, After we lost Luna in that terrible accident, Susan couldn’t bear the piel The moned to the edge of the territory, isolating herself in a small cottage. She rarely sees a one now, sometimes not even William p>
Seeing the pain etched across Olivia’s face, I quickly changed the subject, gesturing toward a beautiful crystal vase on the side table
This piece is extraordinary-is it a family heirloom?
My diversion worked.
Olivia smiled gratefully and launched into a story about the vase being a vedding gift from the Shepherd Pack. She was just laughing at a memory of William nearly breaking it during a childhood game when the doorbell chimed
That must be Betty,” she said, rising from her seat. My daughter. She drops by occasionally to check on me.
I quickly pieced together the family connections in my mind.
“She must be William’s sister. That would make her Matthew and Megan Howard’s mother.
I followed her to the foyer where a slender woman with honey-blonde hair and warm amber eyes waited
She appeared to be in her mid-forties, dressed in casual elegance that spoke of understated wealth
“Well, I heard Mother laughing the moment I walked in. I thought something wonderful must have happened,” she said.
Though she wore a smile, her eyes held a sense of superiority and detachment when they landed on me.
Olivia’s smile hadn’t yet faded when she saw Betty.
She introduced me enthusiastically, This is Tori Sullivan, the little girl It at the Lamar Research institute.
“Tori, this is my daughter, Betty Howard. You can call her Betty, Olivia continued warmly.
I rose from my seat and greeted her politely, “Hello, Mrs. Howard p>
Betty gave me a cold glance without acknowledging my greeting.
She addressed Olivia directly, ‘Mother, you shouldn’t bring strangers homo casually. Have you forgotten what happened over twenty years ago? Your kindness in rescuing that person led to Williams family being torn apart p>
Betty’s words caused Olivia’s expression to change abruptly. Why bring that up out of nowhere?” she said, her voice tight
After a pause, she added firmly, Tori is nothing like that person p>
Betty looked at me and gave a cold smile. “You can never truly know some by appearances alone Waset Frost also gentle and sweet
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natured back then p>
At the mention of past events, the enthusiasm on Olivia’s face dimmed noticeably.
Just then, a servant announced dinner was ready.
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Olivia suppressed her displeasure and took my hand. “Come, let’s go eat p>
As we walked toward the dining room, I could feel Betty’s hostile gaze boring into my back.
I glanced over my shoulder, catching the flash of suspicion and resentment in her eyes before she quickly masked it with a polite smile.
I wondered if I had somehow offended her without realizing it, or if her animosity stemmed from something deeper-perhaps protectiveness
toward Olivia or lingering pain from whatever had happened with this mysterious “Frost” person.
After dinner, I politely mentioned that I should be heading back.
Though Olivia was clearly reluctant to see me leave, she didn’t insist I stay since it was getting late. Instead, she arranged for her driver to take
me home.
“Please visit again, Tori,” she said, clasping my hands in hers. “It’s been a pleasure having you p>
When we reached Moon Light Plaza, I asked the driver to stop.
‘I can manage from here, thank you,” I told him, climbing out of the luxury sedan.
Once the car pulled away, I called Jack.
Within minutes, his black SUV appeared in front of me.
On the drive back to Lucas’s residence, I gazed out at Moonhaven’s glittering nightscape, my thoughts returning to Olivia Sullivan.
The way she looked at me, mistaking me for her granddaughter, then dissolving into tears-it stirred something deep within me.
That kind of profound, enduring familial love was something I feared I would never experience myself.
Hannah had said my mother had caused the death of my father’s child with his wife. If that was true, then my father must hate me… and my paternal grandmother likely would too.
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they even have the same last name already they weren’t subtle about it
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