Uncle Peter nodded. “Yes, Miss Barkworth. I’ll take care of it right now.”
Soon after the call, I saw Michael rushing past my hospital room door. Thirty minutes later, Uncle Peter sent me a photo of the contract signed by Michael.
I suddenly noticed Uncle Peter had added a note to the contract: Michael would leave with nothing.
Before I could ask, he called and explained the situation to me, “Since Michael joined the company, he’s been endlessly spoiling Olivia. I had someone to investigate them privately. They have been secretly together for a long time.”
“So, I drafted this document myself. I hope you won’t blame me, Miss. I just couldn’t stand seeing Mr. Barkworth’s legacy destroyed by such a beast.”
The tears filled my eyes. “Uncle Peter, you did the right thing.”
After the call, I got up and went to the restroom. As I entered with my crutch, someone suddenly shoved me from behind.
I fell hard to the floor, my leg aching in sharp pain.
Olivia’s crazed, mocking voice rang behind me, “Look at you now, so pathetic. The proud Barkworth daughter has become nothing more than my footstool.”
Lying on the floor, I quickly turned on my phone’s voice recorder.