Chapter 108

"Am I really that terrifying?" Liam questioned.

Sebastian didn't respond, merely chuckling with an awkward edge.

After a brief silence, Sebastian proposed, "Mr. Blackwood, I noticed your wife with a medical prescription earlier. She might be unwell. Should I discreetly check on her condition? Or would you prefer I simply monitor the situation for now?"

Liam's face darkened as realization struck him. "Her health is her own concern," he dismissed coldly. "If she wants to share, she'll speak up. Otherwise, she can find another confidant."

Respecting Liam's position, Sebastian remained quiet.

Just then, a physician walked past muttering, "Such a troubling case. Pregnant yet in that condition. I strongly recommended hospitalization, but fear made her flee immediately. She clearly isn't financially constrained, so what could possibly be her reasoning?"

The doctor's voice faded down the corridor.

Liam froze mid-step upon catching the word "pregnant," his gaze snapping toward the retreating figure, his expression unreadable.

He was about to pursue the doctor when a nurse urgently intercepted. "Mr. Blackwood! Miss Hartley has collapsed! The situation appears critical—please come immediately!"

Without hesitation, Liam quickened his pace, shoving all other thoughts aside as he rushed toward the emergency.

Olivia had believed the hospital confrontation with the Hartleys marked the end of her troubles, that peace would finally return.

She couldn't have been more mistaken.

This was only the beginning.

Her home address had been leaked. Disguised reporters ambushed her on streets, demanding explanations for alleged crimes.

Footage of Olivia desperately fleeing circulated online, maliciously edited into damning compilations.

Someone even photoshopped her image onto gravestones.

"What a brilliant actress, playing the innocent victim. Who does she think she's fooling?"

"Don't you think this is excessive? She's literally disabled."

"Are you insane? Defending someone like her? Watch out—she might seduce your boyfriend next and push you down a staircase too."

"Am I the only one enjoying this? People are too soft on her. She deserves worse."

Under relentless persecution, every breath felt like a battle. Olivia had repeatedly clarified she couldn't have pushed Evelyn down the stairs that day.

But truth no longer mattered. The storm had raged too long, with the Hartleys fanning flames behind the scenes, determined to break her.

Yet Olivia remained unyielding.

Fortunately, developments offered hope. Nathaniel would return soon. Though swamped, he seemed aware of recent events. While lacking details, he'd promised to secure surveillance footage immediately upon arrival.

Meanwhile, Harrison staunchly supported Evelyn, claiming campus cameras clearly showed Olivia and Daniel pushing Evelyn—confirming cameras existed in that area.

Gathering her belongings, Olivia headed to Liam's residence.

Standing before the familiar door, her pulse raced. Who was Liam Blackwood? Even the boldest hackers would hesitate before exposing his address.

She reassured herself. They remained legally married—her return wasn't inappropriate. Besides, Liam was undoubtedly preoccupied with Evelyn at the hospital, unlikely to return soon.

She entered the passcode.

"Incorrect password."

"Incorrect password."

After multiple failed attempts, only the automated rejection echoed.

Had she misremembered the code?

Suddenly, the door swung open.

Olivia froze face-to-face with Evelyn, both equally stunned.

Evelyn recovered first, crossing her arms with a contemptuous once-over. "Well, well. Olivia Sinclair. Run out of hiding places? Hoping Liam will take you back?"

Noticing Evelyn wore casual homewear, alarm bells rang. Olivia's phone voiced her question: "Why are you here? Have you moved in?"

Evelyn's smirk was unmistakable. "Exactly. I told Liam how lonely the hospital felt, so he invited me here." Her tone dripped with satisfaction. "More convenient for my care. Understand? You're obsolete now. Just leave."

A crushing weight compressed Olivia's chest. So this explained the changed passcode. Had Liam grown that impatient? Then why delay the divorce?

"Oh, almost forgot." Evelyn vanished briefly, returning with a suitcase.

She dropped it harshly on the threshold, kicking it like trash. "Packed all your things myself. No thanks necessary."

Olivia steadied the wobbling luggage, leveling an icy glare.

Evelyn initially faltered, then bristled. "What's that look? Who do you think you're staring at?"

Olivia smirked, typing rapidly: "You're the trespasser. Henry left this house to Liam and me. I own half. We're still married—I'm staying."

Done with explanations, Olivia brushed past Evelyn, suitcase in hand.

Fate intervened as she collided with Liam descending the stairs.

Evelyn's arrogance evaporated instantly. "Liam, it hurts—"

His expression darkened at the scene. Why was Evelyn still here? He descended faster.

"What's happening?"

Evelyn clutched her side where Olivia had nudged her, eyes glistening with unshed tears—though Olivia had barely touched her.

Olivia remained impassive, setting down her bag.

As Liam passed, she caught his arm.

He stopped, turning with an unreadable expression.

Olivia signed emphatically that she meant no trouble—her apartment was currently unsafe, so she'd stay here temporarily. Regardless, she owned half the property.

"You—" Liam's brow furrowed.

She cut him off, signing she'd take the guest room, leaving him the master suite.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes. "The guest room?"

Olivia nodded. What was wrong with that? She hadn't evicted them—that was mercy enough.

Liam shook off her grip, his sneer glacial.