The Beginning Of All Sins401-500

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Chapter 491

Tyler was supposed to be in the fishing village, right? When had he come back?

Olivia’s eyes widened with anxious uncertainty as she studied him. A piece of the puzzle in her mind suddenly clicked, and she sat up abruptly.

“Remember something?” Tyler asked.

Olivia scanned the room. Claude was nowhere to be seen. He had been with her when she fainted, so what had happened while she was unconscious?

Questions were clearly written across Olivia’s tired, pale face.

Tyler observed her closely and asked again, “You don’t remember what happened?”

Olivia had a vague sense that Tyler must have taken her from Claude after she lost consciousness. She propped herself up on the bed, lowering her head.

“Not going to give me any explanation?” he pressed.

“It’s whatever you think it was,” she replied quietly.

Tyler nodded. “If you don’t have anything you consider important enough to tell me, then I won’t push further. However,” he paused for a moment, “can you at least tell me what’s been happening these past few days? Someone told me you’ve been plagued by insomnia lately. Why?”

Olivia gripped the bedsheet tightly. After a long silence, she finally shook her head.

Tyler’s eyes grew cold.

They remained locked in this silent standoff until he said, “Fine. Get some rest. I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, he left.

Camilla glanced at Olivia before stepping outside.

Just then, a voice called out, “Tyler?” It was Naomi.

“I heard about Olivia. Is she okay?” Naomi asked with concern.

“She just woke up. She’s probably fine,” Tyler replied.

“How did she just… pass out? What happened?” Naomi pressed.

Tyler responded calmly, “You should rest in your room instead, Naomi.”

“Can I at least check on her?”

Tyler didn’t answer. Naomi looked at Camilla, who also remained silent.

“Right… so she refuses to forgive or see either of us,” Naomi sighed, dejected.

“Go back to your ward,” Tyler ordered.

“Can’t I at least try?” Naomi insisted.

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