Classic Novel
Chapter 910
Chapter 910
“Arent you afraid?”
Olivia gazed at her and walked toward the window. “What would I be afraid of? Afraid of death?”
“Everyone is afraid of death.”
Olivia did not deny it and nodded. “Yes, but you have other things that you’re afraid of, don’t you?
Her tone was calm, but this only frightened Dorothy more.
“I heard that Fabian asked you for a divorce?”
Dorothy’s expression darkened. “How did you know?”
“Ha, you don’t like Fabian, but you’re afraid of a divorce because it’s embarrassing.
“And you’re afraid of people finding out about your history – all the things you’ve done, and all the men you’ve slept with.”
As she spoke, Olivia looked at her and said with a chuckle, “Dorothy, you’re afraid of so many things, and they’re all things that are out of your control. That’s what makes you so uneasy.”
“The person you’re working with is probably disappointed in you too. Who knows when they’re going to abandon you?
“Do you think the Jameson family will go bankrupt if they lose that person’s support? You…”
Olivia deliberately paused. “Could you continue being an heiress? Won’t the status and power you long for collapse overnight?”
Dorothy trembled and looked at her in shock.
‘How did she see through me so clearly?
‘Die! This woman must die!’
Dorothy clenched her fists and said through clenched teeth, “So what?
You’re still no match for me. You’re surrounded by burdens-your daughter and your brother. Phoebe, do you know what your weakness is?”
Dorothy said with a grin, ‘ You have people you care about. You care about others too much, so you could never outdo me.”
Olivia could not argue with that.
She was right.
The reason Dorothy was able to do so much damage to her four years ago was that Dorothy was heartless—she only cared about herself.
An extremely selfish person could often climb high by stepping on other people.
“Okay, bring it on. I’m waiting.”
Dorothy knew Fred was still around. Even if she were hurt, he would jump at her if she hurt Phoebe.
She hurt her leg and could not fight against two, so she sneered, turned around in her wheelchair, and left. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
“Liv, would you like to leave first?”
Olivia turned to look at Fred calmly. “What are you talking about, silly boy? You’re my brother. You’re hurt. Where would I go?”
Still, he was glad to see that Liv was braver than ever.
After leaving the ward, Olivia returned to her room.
She was exhausted, and her throat tasted of rust, probably from a relapse of her lung cancer.
Still, he was glad to see that Liv was braver than ever.
After leaving the ward, Olivia returned to her room.
She was exhausted, and her throat tasted of rust, probably from a relapse of her lung cancer.
She was probably having such volatile moods because she has been so tired lately.
She called Ken before resting.
“Do me a favor. Send some men to protect the children and Fred. I’m worried that Dorothy will go after them again.”
Ken sighed. “Okay, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to them in my hospital. You…”
“Did they find out something? Is it a relapse?”
“No, but you might really have a relapse if you keep on doing this. You’d also know if it relapses…”
Olivia pressed her lips together. “I know, so Ken…”
She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. “If anything happens to me, please take care of my children, my brother, and Mrs. Simmons. I’m not afraid to die. I’m only afraid that no one’s going to take care of
them.”
Ken could not help cursing, “Olivia, that’s enough! Don’t speak like these are your last words. I don’t want to!”
No one wanted to die. Only Olivia lived every day like it was her last.