Chapter_67
Olivia sat motionless, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and fear. Ana’s voice, cold and cutting, broke the silence. “What? Why are you silent? Do you think what I said was horrible?”
Olivia’s breath hitched, but she quickly regained her composure. With as much calm as she could muster, she replied, her voice stiff, “M–Ms. Ana, I’ll take the child with me. I won’t let it interfere with this. Naomi’s my sister.”
Ana’s laughter was sharp, filled with disdain. “Don’t say things like that to me. Do you really think you can take the Harris’ child with you?” She leaned in, her voice a low taunt. “Maybe I should give you a choice right now, Olivia. You don’t have to save Naomi.”
Olivia’s blood ran cold. Her eyes widened in alarm, and her hands clenched the fabric of her dress as Ana’s grin widened, sinister and cruel. She wants Naomi dead, Olivia thought, the chilling realization settling in her chest like a stone.
As the car moved steadily forward, Olivia could feel the weight of Ana’s malice bearing down on her. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of passing vehicles and the occasional rustle of wind through the trees outside the car. Ana’s gaze remained locked on her, her smile sharp and cold.
“You should think about what you’ll do, Olivia,” Ana taunted, her voice oozing with contempt. “Let’s see if you want your sister to live or die.”
Olivia’s heart pounded in her chest. “The child might not be useful to her,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ana’s eyes sparkled with malice as she leaned back in her seat. “Then why must you give birth to the child?” Her tone was calculated, twisting the knife further into Olivia’s already fragile state.
Olivia couldn’t escape the feeling that she was being pushed toward a terrible decision. She was their last hope—their family’s final chance at survival. The pressure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself faltering. Closing her eyes, she took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. I can’t bear this. I don’t know what to do.
Ana, noticing Olivia’s hesitation and internal struggle, continued her manipulative rhetoric. “Since you want your sister to live so badly, you better take her place,” she said, her voice laced with a false sweetness that made Olivia’s skin crawl. “Give birth to the child, and our family will treat you well. I’ll be grateful for your great help.”
The car suddenly came to a stop, snapping Olivia out of her spiraling thoughts. She looked up, and through the window, she saw a sprawling estate surrounded by lush, manicured gardens. Her mind raced. Where was she? What was going to happen to her here?
Ana’s voice cut through the haze of her thoughts. “Let’s go. This is our house.”
The driver opened the door, waiting for Olivia to step out. She hesitated, her hands trembling as she clutched her dress. The place felt so foreign, so suffocating, as though the walls themselves were closing in on her.
Before she could even think of calling Tyler for help, the driver spoke with quiet authority. “Ms. Ana would be upset if you did that. It’s better that you don’t.”
Olivia’s heart sank. The finality in the driver’s words made her feel more like a captive than a guest. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly slid out of the car, following Ana toward the entrance of the imposing house.
As they stepped inside, Olivia was greeted by the sight of an elderly woman sitting on an elegant couch. She was surrounded by three maids, who were attending to her every need. The moment the woman saw Ana, she raised an eyebrow and asked in a clipped tone, “Where did you go?”
Olivia, still reeling from everything that had happened, stood there, feeling completely out of place. She had been thrust into this world without any warning, and now, in the presence of this unknown woman, she felt even more isolated.
Ana responded nonchalantly, “I was just out for a moment. This is Olivia, by the way.” She gave Olivia a cursory glance, as if introducing her was nothing more than a formality.
The elderly woman studied Olivia with a discerning gaze, but didn’t offer any immediate comment. Instead, she returned her attention to the maids, as if Olivia were merely an afterthought in the larger scheme of things.
The driver, still standing beside Olivia, gently prodded her. “Let’s go, Ms. Olivia.”
With no choice but to follow, Olivia stepped into the lavish living room, feeling as though the walls were closing in around her. What am I doing here? What does Ana want from me? Her mind swirled with questions, but there were no answers—only the heavy weight of Ana’s manipulation pressing down on her every step.