Chapter 307

The envelope contained a meticulously compiled list of corporations, names, and entities Olivia Sinclair had never heard of before. Astonishingly, these were assets her parents had left behind for her.

After Henry Winslow's passing and before Liam Blackwood could assert control, Margaret Winslow had swiftly seized these holdings. Over the years, Liam had clawed back some of them, though they now came burdened with legal disputes and financial complications.

Following his own expulsion from the Blackwood family, Liam had lost his grip on these enterprises once again.

In his letter, Liam expressed deep remorse for the tangled mess and, as a gesture of atonement, added several million dollars to the inheritance. He also offered his assistance should Olivia choose to actively reclaim what was rightfully hers.

As she absorbed the contents of the letter, a wave of melancholy washed over Olivia. Rumors of Liam's financial downfall had reached her, yet here he was, against all odds, returning her inheritance—and then some.

Touched by his gesture, Olivia accepted the legacy without hesitation, recognizing it as her birthright. She resolved to return the checks Liam had sent through Donovan Kensington as a sign of her newfound determination. Money wasn't her priority. Her focus was on the larger inheritance—the companies her parents had left behind.

Fueled by resolve, Olivia sought out Donovan. It was time to set things right, to reclaim what had been stolen, and to face those who had wronged her. She laid out her intentions clearly, her path unwavering.

Donovan sighed reluctantly. "I want to help, Olivia, but Liam told me he's leaving today. He's probably already boarded the plane."

The news caught her off guard. Liam was gone? The thought unsettled her. His departure felt out of character—unlike the relentless man she knew. It was a concession she hadn’t anticipated, especially now, when she expected him to fight for his place in Crestwood.

After a moment of reflection, she began to understand. Betrayal, especially from those closest to him, could break even the strongest will.

Part of her wanted to scorn his retreat, but instead, she felt an unexpected pang of regret—a softening toward him.

With a sigh, she turned to leave.

"Wait." Donovan's voice stopped her, his expression grave. "There's something we need to discuss. It's long overdue."

Olivia's pulse quickened, a mix of unease and curiosity stirring within her as she turned back to face him.

Meanwhile, at Mercy Hospital, tension hung thick in the air. Julian Kensington entered Seraphina Kensington's ward, his entourage trailing behind, arms laden with ornately wrapped gifts.

Seraphina lay conscious but fragile, her gaze fixed on the world beyond the window, her life sustained by the steady hiss of an oxygen mask. The doctors had made it clear—her condition was critical, and any complications could be fatal.

Julian approached her bedside, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Seraphina, don’t worry. I’ve taken care of everything. I found someone else to take the blame. You won’t have to answer for this incident anymore."