Chapter 91
In the morning, Olivia heard a car pulling up in front of the house, but
she hesitated to go downstairs. She knew exactly who had returned
home.
After a while, she finally mustered the courage to get out of bed. She
cautiously opened her bedroom door and spotted Tyler walking into the
living room.
The maid had been in a state of panic since morning, well aware of the
gravity of the situation. She rushed to Tyler immediately and began
apologizing, âI'm so sorry, Mr. Tyler. It's my fault. I asked Ms. Olivia to
deliver the soup to Ms. Naomi, and I was busy..."
Tyler halted in his tracks and cast a chilling gaze at the maid. It was a
single, icy look that sent shivers down her spine. âIf something like this
happens again, you'll be fired.â
Olivia had always thought he was a gentle person, but she was wrong.
It was her first time seeing him talk to someone like that.
The old maid didn't dare to say another word and nodded fervently. âI'm
sorry, Mr. Tyler. I'll be more careful next time.â
Without another word, he turned away and continued towards the living
room. The maid, however, couldn't help but ask, âAnd what about the...
cat, Mr. Tyler?â
Upstairs, Olivia held her breath upon hearing the question. She
became tense, waiting for his
response.
Tyler stopped once more and replied coldly, âGet rid of it.â
Olivia's tense body relaxed at that moment. The moment she had been
dreading had arrived. His words were like a cold arrow piercing her
heart.
âSure, Mr. Tyler. I'll get rid of it right away,â the maid said. She turned on
her heel and headed to the backyard to deal with the cat.
Olivia hurriedly descended the stairs and coincidentally stopped in front
of Tyler and the did.
Tyler was taken aback by her presence, as he hadn't expected to see
her at that moment.
Olivia knew she had nearly caused Naomi's life-threatening situation.
She also understood that the cat's presence had played a role in the
incident. But it felt cruel to dispose of the cat in such a manner.
She stood before them, torn between pleading for the cat's life or
suggesting that it be given to someone else. However, she couldn't
bring herself to voice her thoughts. She considered herself to be the
guilty party, and even thinking of such things made her feel like a
terrible person.
She stood silently before him for a long while and, instead of discussing
the cat, she inquired, âTyler, how is Naomi?â
Having just arrived home, Tyler appeared exhausted. He replied flatly
to her question, âShe's stable
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A surge of relief washed over her, though the concern she had been
suppressing seemed to drain her energy completely. âThat's good to
hear.â
The maid observed the two of them and, not receiving any contrary
orders, proceeded to the backyard to deal with the cat.
Tyler, without any comment about Olivia's behavior, walked past her
and ascended the stairs to his
room.
Olivia stood still. She felt the urge to cry, but it was as if something was
stuck in her throat, preventing her from shedding tears.
After he had gone upstairs, she heard a faint meowing.
Shortly afterward, the maid returned from the backyard, the cat
nowhere in sight.
During lunch, Olivia did not come downstairs. She didn't respond to the
maid's calls, no matter how many times she knocked on her door.
In the evening, when the maid knocked on her door again, Olivia
remained unresponsive. Suspecting something was amiss, the maid
made her way to Tyler's room. A short while later, the previously locked
door to Olivia's room was opened.
Tyler stood at the doorway, and the maid stood behind him, worried.
Olivia sat motionless on her bed, uttering not a word. Silence
enveloped her room.
Tyler never said anything about her behavior, instead saying, âBring
food here,â to the maid.