Chapter 493
The internet storm targeting Margaret Sinclair had gradually quieted down. Margaret had maintained complete silence these past few days. The evidence against her was simply too damning—any attempt at defense would only make her look more pathetic.
Margaret's once-devoted followers, who had passionately defended her and attacked anyone who questioned her, now looked like complete fools. The cruelest irony? Her harshest critics now were the very people who used to worship her.
Someone had even managed to track down Margaret's home address, only to find she'd already vacated the premises. Amidst the chaos, Evelyn Whitmore seized the opportunity to clear her name, bringing newfound prestige to Sinclair Enterprises. Even Olivia became a subject of public fascination.
When Evelyn and Beatrice first heard the news, they embraced each other, tears of relief streaming down their faces. After enduring such torment, they were finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Yet Olivia couldn't shake an uneasy feeling as she observed Margaret's unnatural silence. She sensed Margaret wouldn't surrender so easily. Olivia's instincts proved correct. When she spotted Margaret disguised as a nurse beside Isabelle, her heart stopped. Her mind went blank, limbs turning to jelly.
Margaret had lost all traces of her former vibrancy. Her once-youthful, charming face now appeared haggard and aged, bearing clear marks of hardship.
She looked like someone who'd been suffering in isolation. Despite everything, when Margaret saw Olivia, she actually smiled. But that smile, plastered across her pale face, twisted into something almost demonic.
Olivia quickly regained her composure, locking eyes with Margaret. "Take whatever you want—even my life—but spare my child." Little Isabelle seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Though so young, fear flickered in her wide eyes as she bit her lip hard, fighting back tears.
Margaret clutched a syringe in one hand and Isabelle's IV tube in the other, her gaze icy. "Olivia, no matter how powerful you are, your vulnerabilities ensure you'll never be truly invincible."
"What do you want?" Olivia barely dared to breathe in that tense moment.
"Money? Or perhaps I can give you a new identity, help you disappear somewhere no one knows you—let you live out your days in peace. You know what I'm capable of. Name your price, and I'll deliver," Olivia attempted to negotiate.
Margaret wavered momentarily before snapping back to reality. Olivia had humiliated her so thoroughly by exposing everything to the public. How could she possibly forgive her? Following Eleanor's plan offered her best shot at revenge.
With that thought, Margaret sneered, "Fine, I'll tell you what I want. Let's see if you can actually deliver." Without hesitation, Olivia nodded. "I want Liam," Margaret demanded. "Get him here. Now."
"Alright, I'll call him." Olivia pulled out her phone and dialed Liam's number. He answered before the first ring completed. Before Olivia could speak, his calm voice cut through: "Don't worry. I'm already on my way—five minutes from the hospital."
That simple, steady reassurance nearly brought Olivia to tears. Liam had been watching over them this entire time.
The moment she'd spotted Margaret, Liam's men must have alerted him immediately. And he'd clearly dropped everything to race to the hospital. Olivia had to admit—sometimes, Liam could be surprisingly dependable.