Chapter 167

Olivia was in a good mood as she thanked Calvin profusely, “Thank you, Calvin. You’ve helped me big

time.”

Now, she had to find Belle’s child.

A DNA test between the child and Jeff would reveal whether he was a scoundrel or not.

Calvin said, “Don’t worry, Olivia. I’ll look more into that man. But it seems like he has expected

someone to investigate the

matter.

“He left no traces. That’s why I’m unable to find anything. I need some time.”

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Mrs. Miller, are you done yet?” Madam Burgess asked.

“Yeah.” Olivia hurriedly hung up the call and kept her phone before opening the door.

“You must be hungry. I made something. You can come on down and eat.” Madam Burgess was kind–

hearted as usual.

Considering her aching stomach, Olivia gladly went downstairs.

As soon as she was downstairs, she heard Connor’s voice. “Mama! Mama!”

Connor, who was playing with toys, scurried toward her.

Her bad mood was appeased at once. She hugged him. “Connor.”

With drool on his mouth, he smiled adorably at her.

Olivia recalled Ethan’s words and was grateful that she didn’t act on impulse back there.

She adjusted the emerald necklace around his neck before carrying him to the dining table.

She was used to babysitting thanks to her experience on the island.

Madam Burgess smiled. “Look how happy Master Connor is. Anyone would think that you’re his

mother.”

She soon realized that she had put her foot in her mouth. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Miller. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“It’s alright.” Olivia shrugged it off.

They enjoyed the meal. After the meal, Olivia suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Before this, she would lose her appetite whenever Ethan was away because of Marina.

She would cry while staring at the door, waiting for him until her stomach ached or the night dawned.

It seemed like she was slowly getting over him.

The joy upon realization didn’t last long. Brent was standing at the door and said with some

embarrassment, “Mrs. Miller, I’m here to pick Master Connor up.”

Olivia’s smile went stiff, and she slowly released Connor’s hand.

“Right. Ethan isn’t mine, and Connor isn’t either.”

Brent walked up to her and apologized, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Miller.”

He carried Connor away, and the latter began crying.

Olivia wanted to stop Brent, but she suddenly recalled her position.

Who was she to Connor? What right did she have to stop Brent from taking Connor away?

In the end, she could only watch the crying boy leave helplessly.

Madam Burgess washed the dishes and left the manor, leaving Olivia all alone in the huge house.

There were people guarding the gates. It appeared like she had freedom, but she was actually cooped

up.

Standing before the floor–to–ceiling window, she stared into herself. She wore an ugly smile.

Be it before or now, she had always been alone.

The only difference was that she no longer had anyone to wait for.

Olivia returned to her room. She hugged her knees, staring into the somber sky that was adorned with

a full moon.

She thought about the people on the island. Tom and Jerry should be asleep at this hour.

She figured that she needed to talk with Ethan.

At midnight, someone opened the bedroom door.