Chapter 360

Olivia's icy stare cut through the air as she muttered a clipped apology. "My apologies if I seemed harsh."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode out of the hospital room.

Behind her, Mr. Jack's gaze lingered on the empty doorway for a long moment before he finally looked away, exhaling a heavy sigh.

Instead of returning to her own room, Olivia went straight to the administration desk to finalize her discharge. Once the paperwork was settled, she pulled out her phone and dialed Victor.

When he answered, she didn’t waste time with pleasantries. "Victor, you have two options. Either hand Miranda over to me willingly, or I’ll have the authorities hunt her down."

A tense silence stretched between them before Victor finally spoke, his voice smooth and measured. "Olivia, I’m afraid I don’t follow. When I heard about your accident, I was genuinely concerned. I’m actually on my way to the hospital now. I understand why you might suspect me, but staging something so clumsy wouldn’t benefit me in the slightest. There must be some misunderstanding. If you’re upset, I’d like to make it right. After all, the accident happened shortly after our meeting, and I feel somewhat responsible."

Olivia wasn’t fooled for a second. A sardonic smile curved her lips as she replied, "I won’t repeat myself. The fact that I’m calling you means I already have enough proof. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll take this straight to the Kensingtons. Since I returned to Eldermere, Donovan has been extremely protective of me. Just imagine his reaction when he finds out one of your lackeys nearly killed me in that so-called 'accident.'"

Ever since Olivia had been welcomed back into the Kensington family, Donovan had treated her like royalty, elevating her above everyone else. This wasn’t just common knowledge in Westhaven—even the elite circles of Crestwood were well aware of it. It was precisely this favoritism that had driven Miranda to act out of jealousy and desperation.

On the other end of the line, Victor’s composure cracked. She could hear him taking sharp, controlled breaths, struggling to regain his calm.

Then, faintly, Olivia caught the sound of a woman’s desperate plea. "Please, Mr. Blackwood! I’m begging you—don’t do this!"

"Silence!" Victor snarled, his voice laced with fury.

Realizing the call was still connected, he took a moment to steady himself before forcing a dry chuckle. "Thank you for the reminder, Olivia."

She smirked, knowing exactly what his response meant.

Miranda had been at Victor’s side for years, aiding him in countless schemes. She had foolishly believed herself indispensable. But in truth, she was nothing more than a pawn—one he was all too willing to sacrifice.

Victor wasn’t stupid. When faced with the choice between crossing the Kensingtons or abandoning Miranda, the decision was obvious.

What surprised Olivia was how quickly he had folded. She had expected a battle of wits, given that she didn’t actually have concrete evidence.

After returning home, Olivia allowed herself a moment of rest.