Chapter 357

Olivia's mind remained sharp despite the medication, replaying the car accident frame by frame. A disturbing realization had crystallized in her thoughts. Victor must have orchestrated the incident, yet he wouldn't have been foolish enough to execute it personally. The police would inevitably trace whoever tampered with the brake lines - no mastermind would leave such obvious evidence.

Her fingers suddenly tightened around Amelia's wrist. "Amelia, you must go to the police station immediately. Withdraw the complaint. Tell them to close the investigation and classify it as an accident."

Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "Have you lost your mind? That man tried to murder you!"

A bitter smile twisted Olivia's lips. "Whether you believe it or not, the police won't touch Victor. Not really."

Bribing a scapegoat with substantial funds wasn't exactly challenging in their circles.

Understanding dawned on Amelia's face, but frustration still burned in her gaze. "I can't stomach letting him walk away unscathed."

Olivia's eyes turned glacial with determination. "We have all the time in the world, Amelia. Patience will serve us better." She adjusted her hospital gown. "Now, would you take me to see my rescuer?"

The car accident had left Olivia with minor injuries, and after receiving discharge instructions from the nurse, she was cleared to move about.

But as they reached the private ward's entrance, a figure blocked their path. "What do you think you're doing here?" Oliver Hart demanded, his body barricading the doorway, his glare piercing Olivia like she carried the plague. "Mr. Blackwood needs rest. If you actually care about him, you'll leave. Do you realize every encounter with you leaves him either injured or indebted? You're a walking catastrophe."

Amelia's temper flared instantly. With a derisive snort, she grabbed Oliver by his collar. "Move aside, you insolent brat!"

Oliver struggled against her grip, his face flushing crimson when he realized he couldn't break free from the trained bodyguard's hold. "You—! Get your hands off me before I make you regret it!"

Olivia remained silent, her gaze fixed on the closed door. After a weighted pause, she spoke quietly. "Amelia, let's go."

Reluctantly, Amelia released Oliver. As they turned to leave, she couldn't resist a parting shot. "Mr. Blackwood is a decent, composed man. You could learn something from him about controlling your temper. I can't fathom why he keeps an attack dog like you around."

Oliver's jaw clenched, fury vibrating through his words. "Don't test me. Just get out of here before I—"

"Oliver!" A voice called sharply from inside the room.

The assistant's bravado evaporated instantly. "Sir, I'm here." He cracked the door open just enough to slip inside.

Amelia snorted, whispering to Olivia, "Watch how the guard dog comes when his master calls."

Olivia sighed wearily. "Then why rise to his bait?"

Amelia ducked her head in contrition. "It won't happen again."