Ethan left, and Olivia was depressed.
Mona noticed that the faint glint of light in Olivia’s eyes vanished.
Olivia sat by the window silently. The swell on her cheek finally finally subsided.
Her face was pale, and her eyes were glazed over as she looked at the rain outside.
“Olivia, you must be hungry. The maids have made something. Didn’t you say you want some noodles? Why don’t you give it a try to see if it’s the taste you were craving for?”
“Leave it. I’m not hungry.”
“Even so, you gotta have some. Do it for the babies, at least.”
The babies were the only leverage they could use over Olivia’s head. Mona saw that Olivia’s fingers moved and hurriedly passed the cutleries to her.
“Eat it before it gets cold. I tasted it for you without them knowing. It tastes good.”
Mona stuck her tongue out. “Sorry. Mr. Miller informed us that your meals should be tested before they’re served to you.’
Mona initially wanted to compliment Ethan. But the thought of what had just happened made her swallow her praises.
She wanted to ask about it several times, but she kept quiet because she thought that she wasn’t in a position to question it.
There was only the faint sound of Olivia chewing the noodles in the room. It could be scarcely heard.
It was accompanied by crunching sounds at times when she was eating vegetables.
Olivia was having her meal silently, yet Mona felt her chest squeeze tight seeing that.
It was as if Olivia was living for her babies and Jeff, not for herself.
She felt nauseous a few times during the meal, but she suppressed it and continued eating.
She kept shoving food into her mouth like a lifeless robot.
“Stop eating.” Mona took the cutleries away from Olivia.
“I’ll ask them to make something else. It’s not like the Miller Group is going bankrupt. You can eat
whatever you want.
Olivia faintly smiled. “It doesn’t matter what it is as long as I can fill my stomach.”
“Don’t be like this, Olivia. It hurts me to see you acting this way. Why don’t we be happy as we were
“Happy?” Olivia let out a bitter smile. “Someone like me doesn’t deserve to be happy.”
She wiped her mouth. “I’m full and kinda tired. I need some rest.”
“Olivia, cheer up.” Mona stopped Olivia as she said gently, “Although I don’t know what happened between
you and Mr. Miller, you can tell me anything if you need someone to talk to. I can help you
Olivia remained smiling upon hearing that.
“Thank you. But even I can’t help myself. No one’s able to help me. Tell him that I’ll give birth to the babies. It’s not for him but for the babies’ sake.”
“Babies, babies, babies. Don’t you think about yourself for once? Don’t you have other things to look forward to aside from them?”
“I live for my babies and my father.”
“Don’t you love Mr. Miller? He loves you so much.”
“Love?” That word appeared to be something only in the past to Olivia now. “I loved him. But now? I don’t dare to love him. It’s painful.”
She trudged to her bedroom, looking like the most pitiful person in the world.
Mona parted her lips, but nothing escaped through her lips.
Someone as simple-minded as her didn’t understand love.