Chapter 440
Unfinished Business with You
Chapter 440
Upon hearing that, Eugene and Olivia glanced at each other. This revelation is too overwhelming.
Whatâs that supposed to mean?
Did Olivia really make the right guess? Things weren't really that simple?
âHe thought the one who saved him was Lara? Are you saying that Lara wasnât the one that saved
him?â Eugene couldnât hold himself back from asking.
Ellen nodded with sadness visible in her eyes. She then looked at Olivia, feeling a little flustered to talk
about her past in front of her daughter-in-law. âOlivia, these are all trivial issues of our family. Please
donât be scared away by them,â said Ellen vaguely.
Olivia was startled for a moment and she said, âItâs okay, Mrs. Nolan. If you find it uncomfortable for me
to stay throughout the conversation, North and I can leave some space for you. We can go take a walk
outside.â
As she was saying this, she got to her feet and pulled North as she tried to leave.
Ellen hurriedly took her hand. âNo, no. Iâm just afraid that my family issues will affect your relationship
with Eugene. You can stay if you donât mind.â
At this moment, Eugene helped Olivia back to the sofa. âMom, you donât have to overthink things. Iâm
going to spend the rest of my life with Olivia. Besides, if it werenât for Olivia, I wouldn't have
remembered to ask you about this. I havenât thought about this since the beginning and really thought
that Edward was captivated by Lara.â
Ellen sighed again; her voice sounded helpless. âHe was indeed captivated by her. Both Edward and
Lara were my university classmates, and he always had a crush on Lara. During one of our class
reunions, one of the rooms in the hotel was on fire. But, restaurants thirty years ago were very
undeveloped and there was no CCTV. Edward was sitting at the end of the table. Everyone was
rushing toward the doors. You can imagine how crowded it was. I was sitting next to the door with Lara
and so we managed to leave. But, Edward was nowhere to be seen. I was very worried so I soaked
myself with water and went in again.â
When I found the room, the door was closed; the entrance was blocked by a burning beam. The fire
was roaring and I couldnât breathe at all. I closed my eyes and tried to put the fire out with a broom.
When I finally got rid of the beam and opened the door, Lara came in. She was covered in a damp
blanket and when she saw me, she put it on me. She rushed into the room and helped to get Edward
out. I wanted to help her but she told me that there was someone inside the room. I didnât doubt her
since we were indeed racing against time with the fire. Covering myself in the blanket, I went into the
room, but I found no one. When I finally got out, Lara came in again saying that she might have been
mistaken and helped me out. That day, no one knew that it was actually me who had moved the beam
and opened the door.â
Letting out a bitter laugh, she continued, âI couldnât explain clearly what had happened that day. I
couldnât say that Lara didnât save anyone and tell everyone that she was taking credit for nothing. From
Edwardâs perspective, it was Lara who had saved his life. In the eyes of our classmates, it was Lara
who had saved me and Edward!â
Olivia was startled. âHow could Lara be so scheming at such a young age?â
Helplessly, Ellen said, âSheâs not scheming. I was the stupid one.â
Olivia frowned in response. âThen, how did you get married into the Nolans? Didnât Lara do all that to
marry Eugeneâs Dad?â
Taking a deep breath, Ellen answered, âThe Nolans had intended to arrange a marriage with the
Mccarthys. Although Eugene really wanted to marry Lara, she was abroad. I told him that if he can
persuade both our families, I would agree with his plan too. So, he went to the Robertsâ, but they told
him that she already had a boyfriend and rejected his proposal. They didnât even give him a phone
number to contact her. That night, he asked me out for a drink. He told me about how much he was in
love with Lara, how grateful he was that she saved him from the fire, and how if it wasnât for her, he
wouldnât be alive. I didnât explain, but I did talk about the fire. Maybe he was too drunk, but he didnât
hear what I said clearly. It might be that he didnât care to listen at all. Anyway, he didnât pity me at all for
everything I did for him.â