Chapter 91

In the morning, Olivia heard a car pulling up in front of the house, but she hesitated to go downstairs.

She knew exactly who had returned home.

After a while, she finally mustered the courage to get out of bed. She cautiously opened her bedroom door and spotted Tyler walking into the living room.

The maid had been in a state of panic since morning, well aware of the gravity of the situation. She rushed to Tyler immediately and began apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Tyler. It’s my fault. I asked Ms.

Olivia to deliver the soup to Ms. Naomi, and I was busy…”

Tyler halted in his tracks and cast a chilling gaze at the maid. It was a single, icy look that sent shivers down her spine. “If something like this happens again, you’ll be fired.”

Olivia had always thought he was a gentle person, but she was wrong. It was her first time seeing him talk to someone like that.

The old maid didn’t dare to say another word and nodded fervently. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tyler. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Without another word, he turned away and continued towards the living room. The maid, however, couldn’t help but ask, “And what about the… cat, Mr. Tyler?”

Upstairs, Olivia held her breath upon hearing the question. She became tense, waiting for his response.

Tyler stopped once more and replied coldly, “Get rid of it.”

Olivia’s tense body relaxed at that moment. The moment she had been dreading had arrived. His words were like a cold arrow piercing her heart.

“Sure, Mr. Tyler. I’ll get rid of it right away,” the maid said. She turned on her heel and headed to the backyard to deal with the cat.

Olivia hurriedly descended the stairs and coincidentally stopped in front of Tyler and the did.

Tyler was taken aback by her presence, as he hadn’t expected to see her at that moment.

Olivia knew she had nearly caused Naomi’s life–threatening situation. She also understood that the cat’s presence had played a role in the incident. But it felt cruel to dispose of the cat in such a manner.

She stood before them, torn between pleading for the cat’s life or suggesting that it be given to someone else. However, she couldn’t bring herself to voice her thoughts. She considered herself to be the guilty party, and even thinking of such things made her feel like a terrible person.

She stood silently before him for a long while and, instead of discussing the cat, she inquired, “Tyler, how is Naomi?”

Having just arrived home, Tyler appeared exhausted. He replied flatly to her question, “She’s stable for now.”

A surge of relief washed over her, though the concern she had been suppressing seemed to drain her energy completely. “That’s good to hear.”

The maid observed the two of them and, not receiving any contrary orders, proceeded to the backyard to deal with the cat.

Tyler, without any comment about Olivia’s behavior, walked past her and ascended the stairs to his room.

Olivia stood still. She felt the urge to cry, but it was as if something was stuck in her throat, preventing her from shedding tears.

After he had gone upstairs, she heard a faint meowing.

Shortly afterward, the maid returned from the backyard, the cat nowhere in sight.

During lunch, Olivia did not come downstairs. She didn’t respond to the maid’s calls, no matter how many times she knocked on her door.

In the evening, when the maid knocked on her door again, Olivia remained unresponsive. Suspecting something was amiss, the maid made her way to Tyler’s room. A short while later, the previously locked door to Olivia’s room was opened.

Tyler stood at the doorway, and the maid stood behind him, worried.

Olivia sat motionless on her bed, uttering not a word. Silence enveloped her room.

Tyler never said anything about her behavior, instead saying, “Bring food here,” to the maid.