Female NovelOlivia was wearing a mask with an ordinary look.
But when she smiled, the sunlight reflected brilliance through her eyes, adding luster to her face.
The way they shared eye contact under the sun was a nice picture to take in.
Suddenly, a menacing gaze caught Olivia's attention.
She looked back only to see that same old lady again.
The latter was staring at their holding hands expressionlessly.
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It was a surprise, considering how she ran away a while ago.
"Mr. Sean, are you here to visit Ginger again this year?" Sean withdrew his hand.
"Yes.
Long time no see, Mrs.
Powell." Reginald brought out some gifts from the car.
It seemed like they were old acquaintances.
Claire Powell wiped her hands with her apron.
"I've made something.
The usual.
It's getting dark.
It's dangerous to travel right now.
You can stop at my place for the night and leave tomorrow." Sean turned toward Olivia.
"What do you think, Dr. Fordham? It's getting late." Olivia looked at Claire, who seemed suspicious toher for some reason.
Since Olivia was planning to get to the bottom of the incident, she gladly accepted the suggestion.
"Sure.
Let's do it that way." Claire walked over and took over the duty of pushing the wheelchair so naturally.
She began talking with Sean.
"You look better than before, Mr. Sean.
The incident happened many years ago.
Now that you've gotten over it, Gigi will be able to rest in peace up there." Olivia followed along.
Sean chuckled.
"It's all thanks to Dr. Fordham.
She treated my insomnia and encouraged me to live on." "You're capable despite your young age, Dr.Fordham.” Olivia kept sensing hostility from Claire.
She wondered if she was overthinking.
She faintly smiled.
"It's because you were willing to cooperate.
Otherwise, the treatment could've been useless." Claire paced up, and Olivia intentionally sloweddown.
Vance whispered to her, "Dr. Fordham, Mrs.
Powell lived next to the Lovells.
She lost her husband and son a long time ago, so she saw Ginger as her daughter.
“Every time Mr. Sean came for a visit, Mrs.
Powell would let him stay for a night before he left." No wonder Sean prepared gifts.
Olivia thought that they were meant for the Lovells.
She asked Reginald, whose answers were similar to Vance's findings.
Claire brought Sean to her place.
There was a huge peach tree in the yard.
Although it was an old place, the area was clean, which made it a comfortable accommodation.
Claire didn't have many rooms to offer, so the bodyguards had to spend the night in the cars.
Olivia was here with Willow, so Claire specially assigned her a small room.
"Dr. Fordham, I didn't know there would be so many people coming this time.
It's been a while since someone stayed in this room.
I hope you don't mind it." "It's nice with the greenery in the area and the crickets singing at night.
I think it's nice." While making the bed, Claire asked, "You look young, but your daughter is grown up.
Her eyes are pretty.
"Her father must be good-looking.
Is he okay with you bringing the child to such a secluded village?" Olivia stroked Willow's head.
"I was divorced for quite some time now.
My life has nothing to do with him." Claire's hands paused momentarily at that.
“Don't you think of getting into anew relationship?" Olivia stared at Claire's back, smiling.
"Of course I do.
My daughter is still young.
There should be a man in the family.
"My ex-husband was vile-tempered.
I want to find myself a good- tempered man." She added, "I think someone like Mr. Sean fits thepicture." The pillow cover slipped through Claire's fingers.