Chapter 700
It was Darrell again. Olivia lifted her head and shot him a cold gaze. “Is anything the matter?”
He was wearing a white suit. In addition to his good looks, others perceived him as a gentleman.
She was the only person who knew how evil his intentions were beneath that facade.
“Why are you giving me the cold shoulder? I’m just worried about you.”
“Didn’t I tell you that I’ll dislocate your jaw if you aren’t careful with your words?”
He touched his wrist instinctively. “You look cold, but you have quite a temper. It makes me curious about something-does your character change this much in bed as well?”
As soon as he finished, Olivia splashed the gla*s of warm water in her hand onto Darrell’s face.
Despite her small action, everyone turned to them within a fleeting second.
The two were involved in the gossip, so people’s eyes were always on them.
Jessica, whose expression had changed, hurried over to them.
“Liv, what’s going on here? Did my son do anything to you? You’re humiliating him in public.”
Darrell only dared to show his true colors in front of Olivia. Now, he had already put on a wronged face.
“Mom, don’t balance Olivia. I thought she looked unwell, so I asked her a few questions. It seems like she’s still holding a grudge against me. That’s why she lost her cool in the heat of the moment.”
His act worsened her gastric. “Nonsense!” she retorted.
“I asked that out of concern for you. Did I say something else?” Darrell put on an innocent face because
he knew that she would never repeat what he said.
He was shameless, but she needed to protect the Millers’ dignity.
Olivia finally comprehended what it meant by “like mother, like son”.
How could the son be a gentleman when his mother was otherwise?
Darrell had fully mastered Jessica’s tricks. He played the victim card to cause a misunderstanding, incurring the public’s wrath.
Jessica began whining, “I know that you look down on the both of us because of how we came this far. But your parents-in-law have long divorced. Darrell is one of the Millers. How could you do this to him?”
“Mrs. Miller is right. Talking about this, the unloved one is the homewrecker. Let alone the fact that Mr.
Miller Senior has been divorced for so many years.”
“I heard that Olivia’s an orphan, and her family was announced bankrupt a long time ago. I wonder how
she won Mr. Ethan’s heart? She could be a vixen. What right does she have to look down on others?”
People were throwing mud at Olivia. She wanted to say something, but her stomach hurt like hell.
Had it not been for the blush on her cheeks, her pale complexion could’ve surprised the others.
Darrell added fuel to the fire. “Mom, don’t blame her. After what has happened to Ethan, it’s
understandable that she’s feeling this way. It’s just a gla*s of water anyway, not acid. It’s nothing a man
like me should be afraid of.”
The voices of reprimand became louder. “Mr. Darrell, you and Mrs. Miller Senior are too kind. That’s why
you were bullied for so many years.”
Jessica nestled in Kenneth’s arms, whining, “Kenny, I think we should get out of here. The people here
have no respect for us.”
Kenneth, who had heard this kind of remark lots of times, was sick of it.
Still, he looked coldly at Olivia to protect his wife’s dignity. “Apologize.”
It seems Ethan only ever married Olivia to take revenge for what happened to his little sister. While Olivia is plagued by her sickness, he holds her chin and says coldly, “This is what your family owes me.” Now, she has no family and no future.
Her father becomes comatose after a car accident, leaving her with nothing to live for. Thus, she hurls herself from a building. “The life my family owes will now be repaid.” At this, Ethan, who’s usually calm, panics while begging for Olivia to come back as if he’s in a state of frenzy …
