Chapter 373

Olivia's jaw clenched as she pinched her own arm hard.

Wincing from the self-inflicted pain, Olivia gestured for Lillian to play along, forcing a pitiful expression. Without hesitation, Lillian bowed to Olivia, her lips trembling downward.

Truth be told, this display softened Olivia's heart. She estimated Lillian to be barely four years old. Yet the child appeared smaller than average, with wide, fearful eyes that darted nervously around the room.

Ever since Isabelle had entered her life, Olivia found it difficult to remain stern with young girls. After pressing her lips together for a long moment, she finally exhaled softly. "I'll give you what you want, but there's a price."

"Deal! Thank you!" Catherine beamed, nodding enthusiastically before adding shamelessly, "Since you're being so generous, I know you've forgiven us. Even though you and Liam are divorced, I still consider you part of the Blackwood family. That painting means everything to me. Remember, if you ever need help in Crestwood, just say the word. The Blackwoods will always support you!"

Olivia barely suppressed a cold smile, motioning instead for a bodyguard to retrieve the painting's case. Catherine accepted it gleefully and left without paying a cent.

Amelia frowned slightly. "Olivia, why did you just hand it over? You can't possibly believe that woman?"

Rubbing her temples, Olivia replied, "I don't trust a single word she says, and the Blackwoods couldn't support a feather in the wind."

"But—" Amelia hesitated.

Olivia offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I didn't charge her because she'll pay in other ways."

"Now that she's accepted the painting, she's committed to my terms. Remember the plan I outlined for you?"

"Yes. I'll execute it immediately," Amelia nodded. Olivia waved her off dismissively.

As Amelia exited the villa, the butler rushed in breathlessly. Seeing his panicked expression, Olivia's stomach dropped.

"What's wrong? Is Isabelle alright at kindergarten?" Olivia, having decided to settle in Eldermere temporarily, had enrolled Isabelle in a local preschool. Today was supposed to be her first day.

Originally, Olivia had planned to take Isabelle herself, but unexpected circumstances had interfered. Alistair had volunteered instead. Still concerned, Olivia had instructed the butler to ensure a security detail accompanied them.

The butler mopped his brow, about to speak when Isabelle burst into the room in tears.

"Mommy, it's all my fault! I lost Great-grandpa!" Isabelle sobbed.

Olivia's breath caught, her voice tight with worry. "What happened?"

Isabelle's cries intensified. "Great-grandpa disappeared when I came out of school! I couldn't find him anywhere! It's all my fault!"