Chapter 340

Olivia watched in silence as Margaret Kensington's face twisted with desperation. The woman who had caused so much pain now stood trembling before them, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

Donovan Kensington's expression remained unreadable as his mother clutched at his sleeves. "Please," Margaret begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'm your mother! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

A bitter laugh escaped Donovan's lips. "You only remember you're my mother when it serves your purposes." His voice carried years of suppressed hurt. "How many times did I beg for just an hour of your time? How many school events did you miss because your social calendar was more important?"

Margaret opened her mouth to protest, but Olivia cut in. "Enough." Her voice sliced through the tension like a knife. "You poisoned my mother. You tried to destroy my daughter. Did you really think there wouldn't be consequences?"

Reginald Kensington looked decades older as he stepped forward. "Do what you must, Olivia. I wash my hands of this woman." His voice cracked. "Thirty years of marriage, and I never truly knew her."

Margaret's eyes darted between them wildly. "You can't do this! I'm a Kensington!" Her shrill voice echoed through the room.

Olivia exchanged a glance with Donovan. "Actually," she said coolly, "not for much longer." She nodded to the security team. "Take her away. Make sure she experiences exactly what Isabelle endured."

As the guards moved forward, Margaret lunged at Donovan one last time. "You ungrateful brat! After everything I sacrificed for you!" Her nails scraped against his arm as they dragged her away.

When the door slammed shut, the room fell into heavy silence. Olivia expected Donovan to break down, but instead he turned to her with surprising composure. "Now," he said, his voice low with concern, "tell me about this mysterious client of yours."

Olivia hesitated. The memory of the masked man sent a chill down her spine. "It's complicated," she admitted. "Someone sabotaged a shipment, and now I owe him a favor."

Donovan's jaw tightened. "Name him. Let me handle this."

"You?" Olivia arched an eyebrow. "The great Donovan Kensington actually worried about someone? This must be serious."

Running a hand through his hair, Donovan sighed. "Just promise me you'll be careful. This isn't some corporate rival we're dealing with." His usually confident demeanor faltered for the first time. "There are players in this game even I can't protect you from."

The gravity of his warning settled over them both. Outside, the first drops of rain began to patter against the windows, as if nature itself sensed the storm brewing on the horizon.