Perhaps fearing I might lash out, Michael stepped in front of Olivia, smiling to smooth things over. “Olivia was just doing what a master of healer advice. Don’t take it too seriously.”
“I just didn’t want your father to see those old things and get nostalgic when he came back, so we put them away.”
I didn’t pay attention and returned to the basement to get my things.
The moment I stepped out of the basement, I ran straight into Olivia, who was holding a bowl of hot soup.
Olivia screamed, “Ah!”
Michael rushed out and kicked me in the chest, sending me crashing to the floor.
The urn in my arms hit the ground, spilling all the ashes. The photo frame in the box also broke.
“Nichole, if anything happens to Olivia, don’t expect your father’s medical costs to be covered!”
After making that threat, Michael left the villa with Olivia.
I hurriedly gathered the ashes, ignoring the broken glass on the floor and tried to put them back in the box.
It wasn’t until my hands were covered in blood from the cuts that I finally managed to secure the ashes.
I calmed myself down and, leaning on my crutches, then walked to the main bedroom, which had long since been redecorated to suit Olivia’s tastes.