Looking at Taraâs sour expression, Sylvia added, â Tara Avery, youâve done so many things yet Odell still refuses to divorce me. Even if youâre not upset, Iâm upset for you.â
The fake smile on Taraâs face disappeared instantly. She glared venomously at Sylvia and spat, âOdellâs just thinks of you as entertainment. Once he grows bored of you, heâll definitely divorce you and make your life a living hell! â
âYouâre right.â Sylvia laughed lightly. âBut heâs unwilling to divorce me now, so he wonât be with you officially.â
âYou... You b*tch!â Tara was trembling with rage.
She wanted nothing more than to beat Sylvia up, but there were bodyguards everywhere so she could only resist her violent urges.
Sylvia chuckled. âTara, if youâre really that capable, youâd better convince Odell to divorce me soon. Otherwise,â Sylvia paused, a cold smile on her face, before continuing, âas long as Iâm alive, as long as I can breathe, Iâll repay what you did to me tenfold.â
Sylviaâs tone was gentle and her voice was weak, barely above a whisper.
However, her words drained all the color from Taraâs face as the latter backed away slowly.
By the time Tara realized she was actually scared of Sylvia, she had already put quite a distance between herself and Sylvia.
Soon, Tara came back to her senses. In a fit of guilt and annoyance, she shouted, âYou donât scare me at all! Odell will definitely grow bored of you soon because youâre nothing more than a pretty b*tch.
However, youâre no match for me!â
With that said, Tara spun around and walked toward the gate.
She was quick and soon disappeared from Sylviaâs view.
Sylvia laughed dryly before continuing to carve her wood block.
Not long after Taraâs departure, Odellâs car pulled to a stop outside the gate.
Sylvia was completely focused on her carving so she did not notice the sound of his carâs engine.
Only when his tall figure stood directly in front of her, effectively blocking her light source, did she realize Odell had arrived.
Sylvia furrowed her eyebrows and continued to carve her wood block.
Odell studied the wood block in her hand before asking, âWhat are you carving?â
Sylvia ignored him and acted as if she had not heard him speak.
At her lack of a reply, Odellâs face grew cold. â Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?â He was referring to his threat of sewing Sylviaâs mouth shut if she ignored him.
Sylvia swallowed her pride and replied, âIâm making a Rubikâs cube.â
âA Rubikâs cube?â Odell was stunned for a moment. âAre you talking about the cube that Liam often plays with?â
âYes.â
Odell looked closer at the cube Sylvia was holding before he suddenly thought back to the cube he had stepped on the day before.
He had been angry that he had not realized it, but it had definitely been a finished carving of a Rubikâs cube that had been meant as a gift to Liam.
The other carving that had resembled a crown must have also been meant for the children.
At the realization, his chest grew tight. Then, he said, âItâll be lunch time soon, continue carving after youâve rested a little.â
Sylvia ignored him.
Odell lowered his voice in a warning and said, â Iâm asking you to take a break. Did you not hear me?â
âIâm not hungry and I donât want to rest,â came Sylviaâs reply.
Her tone was calm and collected.
Odell stretched out his hand, wanting to take away the things in Sylviaâs hands.
However, Sylviaâs reflexes were quick. She quickly hid the carving knife and the half-
finished carving behind her back before she stared at him watchfully.
It was as if she was afraid he would step on her carvings again.
Odell felt a knot in his throat and did his best to suppress his emotions. âJust put your things down and go have lunch.â
âIâm not hungry.â
âYouâll eat even if youâre not hungry!â Odell suddenly shouted.
Sylvia frowned before putting her carving knife and the half-finished carving into a small bag that was hanging off the side of the wheelchair.