Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Mr. Augustine, You Silly Sweet Monica took a picture of Mr. Henry and quickly forwarded it to Pamela.

A few seconds later. Pamela’s call came in. She was extremely excited.

“Mom, is this the old man that Olive married? It looks as though he’s eighty years old.

How did Olive marry an old man!” Pamela almost burst into a loud laughter.

Monica stared at Mr. Henry who was inside the mansion.

“Pamela, that’s right, this is Olive’s ghost husband. At his age, he’s old enough to be Olive’s grandfather. I’m certain that Elvis Augustine will definitely kick Olive out of his life once he sees this.”

“Mom, you’re amazing. Why are you so smart? You brought Olive back from the countryside and married hey to the old man in the Red Villa.” Pamela expressed her admiration for Monica.

Monica smiled satisfactorily.

“Yeah, Pamela. Mom has already paved the way for you. Let’s wait and see!”

After hanging up. Monica looked at Patrick.

“Patrick, we all have to work hard for Pamela’s happiness. After all, Olive isn’t your biological daughter, and she’s not close to you. She and Elvis are together and you’re not benefiting by any way. The good thing is that the ghost husband of the Red Villa has been exposed, how can Elvis endure it?”

If Olive was kicked out by Elvis, then his proud and favorite daughter, Pamela, would be able to take over the throne.

Patrick felt elighted. Now that he was happy, Monica was much more appealing to his eyes than past days.

“Monica, just go ahead and do whatsoever you have to do. I’m giving you my full support.” Patrick said happily. It was the first words that he had said to her in the past few days. It was a good sign to Monica, she didn’t relent to flaunt the joy that she felt as her face beamed with excitement.

“I know, Patrick.” She replied cheerfully.

Olive was on her way back to the Red Villa when her phone beeped indicating a message from North.

“Olive, who is this old man?” North had forwarded a photo of Butler Henry.

Olive glanced at it and responded, “It’s our butler at the Red Villa, uncle, Henry.”

North’s message came in again, “Is he the ghost you got married to?”

What?

Olive knew instantly that something wasn’t right, she suddenly clicked on the newsfeed and the trending search was all about her again.

“Olive married an old man?”

“Olive’s husband really did hide perfectly!”

“Is it now justified that Olive cheated on her marriage? After all, he can’t satisfy her.”

“Mr. Augustine really is pitiful. I doubt that he would have ever imagine that he would be smashing an old man’s wife.”

Olive swallowed hard as she read through the comments. She didn’t expect that Mr.

Henry would be mentioned as her husband.

Suddenly, Olive received a series of notifications, she clicked on her notification box and saw that she was tagged in a particular post, and was mentioned multiple times.

She clicked on the post and it was from old Mrs. Samantha. The old lady had posted a message on her account, she was criticizing Elvis fiercely.

“What exactly did Elvis Augustine want? He’s rich, handsome, charming, and stupid.

Why did he pester my Olive and destroy our family? This is immoral!.” Her post read.

The post had only been posted for ten minutes, but the numbers of comments and repost were thousands.

“OMG! This family’s scandal is a comic relief.”

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“The current public opinion is really biased. If a man cheats, he’s applauded, but now that a woman cheated, she’s been crucified, our society needs to do better.”

“Am I the only one who demands that Olive publishs a book? And the book should be on how to raise a bad child.”

Olive swiped through the comments, once she had read enough, she went to homepage. The numbers of her followers had increased from eighteen million to twenty three million. She totally surpassed Pamela.

North’s message came in again.

“Olive, you’re such a celebrity. With just one post the attention and rage was diverted to Mr. Augustine. But, Olive, is this really good? I think Mr. Augustine has spoilt you too much.

She definitely didn’t make the post, but she was still concerned on how Elvis was gonna react to it.

Back at the Red Villa, Olive quickly grabbed old Mrs. Samantha’s hands to express gratitude to her, “Grandma, you’re really amazing.”

Madam Samantha patted Olive’s hand dotingly.

“Olive, your father and stepmother were here today. I deliberately allow uncle Henry, to introduce himself as your husband. The stage has already been set up for you. How you sing is now up to you.”

Olive found her words confusing, she questioned, “Grandma, what do you mean?”

The old lady only nodded slowly. Suddenly, the hall door opened and a tall figure came into view. Elvis had returned.

Olive swiftly remembered the post that grandma had made about him. She could not face the man in front of her anymore.

Elvis changed his shoes at the entrance, and then walked into the living room with a steady pace. His narrow falcon–like eyes glanced at Olive and the old lady, and finally landed on Mr. Henry. He sighed, a little unhappy.

Mr. Henry felt as though he was sitting on pins and needles. Elvis took off his coat and handed it to the maid. Then he sat on the sofa. He licked his lips and then called out, “Uncle, Henry.”

Mr. Henry’s eyelashes trembled and his heart pounded fast. He quickly turned to look at the old lady.

“Uncle, Henry, I remember that there was a lemon tree in the back garden. The lemons on the tree are your reward. Tonight, you can eat them all.