Chapter 97

At this moment, Marina was playing with her two children. They were fraternal twins, a boy and a girl.

Ethan had named the boy Connor Miller, whereas Marina had named the girl Erina Miller, a

combination of Ethan and Marina’s names.

“Erina, come here,” Marina called. Recently, Connor had learned to walk, but Erina still had to hold onto

the furniture when she took steps. The girl was weaker and didn’t have Connor’s sturdy legs.

“Mom, Mom.” Erina reached for her mom.

“You’re amazing, sweetie. Let me give you a hug,” Marina said, before turning to Connor. “Come here,

Connor.”

Connor glanced at her before quickly turning away, showing no intention of coming over. He had

Ethan’s cold, aloof gaze.

Since Ethan had brought Connor back, he’d always been staring out of the window. He ignored

everyone and kept to himself.

Occasionally, when he fell asleep, he would call out “Mommy” a few times, but when he woke up, no

matter how much they coaxed him, he wouldn’t utter the word again.

Since birth, the child had never been close to her. Although he and his sister had shared the same

womb, their personalities were completely different. Marina watched him as she mulled over it.

Just then, her assistant entered the room, saying, “All the arrangements have been made, Ms. Carlton.

I used my connections to expedite the approval process, and it should be done soon.”

Marina handed the child to the nanny beside her so that she could open a bottle of red wine. Watching

her glass fill with the dark red liquid, she grinned.

“I want to see how long she can stay calm.”

“Mr. Miller and Olivia have already divorced, Ms. Carlton. Since Mr. Miller is so devoted to you, why do

you still need to do

this?” the assistant asked.

Marina glared at the assistant, asking, “What do you know?”

The assistant trembled in fear and quickly lowered her head. “I’m sorry, I spoke out of line.”

Marina knew well that Ethan’s kindness to her had nothing to do with love. He’d done it out of a sense

of responsibility. She’d thought that Leia’s death would make him completely disgusted with Olivia, but

he’d only become more emotionally entangled with her after their divorce.

As long as Olivia was still around, Marina’s status as Mrs. Miller would never be secure. She’d waited

for several days, but Olivia hadn’t fallen into her trap yet.

Nonetheless, she refused to believe that Olivia would remain calm after finding out about her plans to

turn the Fordham residence into a slaughterhouse. Soon, she received a call from Olivia.

“Hello,” said Marina sleazily.

“It’s me, Olivia.” Olivia sounded slightly annoyed.

“Why did you call me, Ms. Fordham?” Marina asked.

“Marina, we all know what you want. Why don’t you drop the act?” Olivia retorted.

“No need for small talk. I’m at Collington Cove, and by the way, bring that Hilton chick with you.” With

that, Marina hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, Olivia’s face fell. It was clear that Marina wasn’t only out to humiliate her–she also wanted

to punish Everly for her previous act of defiance. She could already see it coming.

Olivia looked at Everly, who was busy whipping up a soup for herself in the kitchen as she hummed a

song, oblivious to what was happening.

“Everly, I’m going to the supermarket for a while. I’ll be back soon.”

“Do you want me to take you there?”

“No, thanks. I just want to get some fresh air.”

Everly didn’t suspect anything. After all, Olivia hadn’t done anything fun or leisurely lately since she’d

been solely focused on improving her health.

“Don’t be out too late. I’m making chicken soup for you tonight.”

“Okay.” Olivia smiled and nodded before she picked up her hat and scarf. Fully prepared, she took a

taxi to her destination.