Chapter 427
Tyler nodded silently, standing there without leaving.
Alisa wasn’t sure what he wanted. After a few seconds, she gently knocked on the door a couple of times, still holding the breakfast tray.
When no one answered, she quietly entered.
Inside, Olivia spun around, startled by the sudden entrance. Their eyes met—hers wide with surprise, his calm but unreadable.
Tyler’s gaze flickered to the bright sunlight flooding the room from the balcony, then shifted to the phone clenched tightly in Olivia’s hand.
She lowered her eyes, gripping the phone tighter as if seeking comfort.
Without a word, Tyler turned and walked out, leaving Olivia frozen in place.
The maid approached with a soft smile. “You’re up. I thought you were still sleeping. I brought your breakfast.”
Olivia glanced at the tray and nodded faintly. “Okay.”
Meanwhile, Tyler slid into his car and stared out at the sunflowers blooming just outside.
Linda, his secretary sitting beside him, glanced over, curious but unable to guess what held his attention.
After a long pause, Tyler broke the silence. “Get someone to remove all the sunflowers this afternoon.”
The driver glanced back through the rearview mirror, puzzled. “Sir, may I ask why we’re removing them?”
“They’re bad luck,” Tyler replied curtly.
Neither Linda nor the driver understood the sudden decision, but the driver simply said, “Okay.”
As the car pulled away, Tyler’s expression remained cold and distant.
Linda sat quietly beside him, sensing something had upset him deeply but unsure what.
Suddenly, Tyler muttered, “People are already talking about our family. Let’s give them more to talk about.”
Linda looked at him, knowing well the Pearces and Harrises had been the center of rumors ever since the media caught wind of the tension between the families.
That very morning, an entertainment channel had revisited a painful chapter from their past.
The host’s voice filled the room, somber and probing:
“Ms. Morgan Harris and Mr. Claude Pearce were deeply in love and on the verge of marriage. But the night before their wedding, an argument tore them apart, and Claude left town.”
“The next day, Morgan tragically jumped from a building, sparking intense media scrutiny.”
The host paused, lowering her voice. “The families said she was depressed, but was that the whole truth? Our investigation suggests otherwise.”
On screen, two autopsy photos appeared—images of a woman bruised and battered, telling a story that words alone couldn’t convey.
Rumors swirled that the assault had occurred before the argument, adding a dark shadow to the already tragic tale.