The Beginning Of All Sins

“Tyler?” Sophie seemed surprised by the answer and wanted to confirm, “Mr. Tyler Harrier”

Sophie chuckled in relief and said, “I thought it was someone else. So it was Mr. Tyler Isn’t it normal for him to take you to school? It’s all just a misunderstanding. I’ll clear your name on the forum right

away.”

But as Sophie reached for her phone, Olivia grabbed her hand. She seemned emotional, and Sophle looked at hot, confused by her actions.

“Sophie…” Olivia began with difficulty, “Forget it, Sophie. It’s nothing. Let them say whatever they want. It’s not the truth anyway.”

Olivia didn’t understand why she felt guilty, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in a dangerous situation. She was afraid these rumors would consume her.

“What are you doing, Olivia? It’s bad for your reputation if you don’t clear your name,”

Olivia pleaded, “It’s really nothing. I’m begging you, Sophle, okay? Forget about it. I don’t want this to blow up.”

Sophie was stumped by Olivia’s request but eventually agreed, saying, “Of course, I’ll do as you say.”

Relieved to hear that, Olivia softly said, “Let’s go.”

Still feeling something was wrong, Sophie hesitated for a moment but finally followed Olivia as she was dragged away.

However, the situation turned out to be much more serious than Olivia had Imagined. The stares and gossip continued even after they entered the classroom. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The piercing stares felt like vicious whips, and students whispered among themselves.

“That’s her, right?”

“I think so. Look at the pictures.”

Sophie tried to defend Olivia. “It’s not true! Don’t speculate without proof!”

But nobody seemed to believe her. They preferred to believe in their own imagination.

Olivia didn’t know how she managed to get through the day. When she returned to Sandalwood Palace in the evening, the maid noticed that she was clearly upset and asked, “What’s wrong, Ms. Olivia?”

Olivia, who had offered to help in the kitchen before, no longer did so. She replied, “I’m alright, I’m going to my room,” without looking at the maid and quickly left.

The maid was left confused.

Tyler arrived home late, and the living room was quiet. The maid approached him, but he didn’t ask anything. Handing her his coat, he gave a curt nod and went upstairs without wanting to engage in

conversation.

The maid wanted to say something but stopped when she saw Tyler wasn’t in the mood to talk.

As Tyler headed to his room, he didn’t even pause outside Olivia’s door.

Meanwhile, Olivia was in her room, trembling. She hugged her blanket tightly, her room filled with

silence.

She heard Tyler’s footsteps, and she allowed the darkness to envelop her as silent tears streamed down her face.