“Daniel, being with you in this life is my greatest blessing. From now on, let’s just live our own lives, and forget the Smiths.”
Relief washed over me.
I nodded, but before I could respond, my phone rang.
The caller ID: Eric Smith.
Olivia frowned, tapped the screen, and blocked the number.
Then she started the car, and we drove back to the mansion we now lived in.
That night, Olivia was unusually clingy.
Even in sleep, she held my hand tightly, refusing to let go for even a second.
By morning, the pillow beside me was empty.
The silent room echoed only with an impatient knocking at the door.
Still half-asleep, I shuffled to open it—only to see my mother standing there with a displeased expression.
The moment she saw me, she raised the platinum handbag in her hand and smashed it against my head.
“You worthless brat! What did you say to Eric that made him cry all night in his room?”
“Stealing Olivia wasn’t enough—you want to drive your brother to his death too? How can your heart be this cruel?”
“If you don’t apologize to Eric today, I’ll never acknowledge you as my son again!”
I’d heard these words too many times growing up.