The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia felt even more exhausted than the previous day when she returned to Sandalwood Palace, She walked to the door in a moody state, not even bothering to look up.

The maid greeted her, saying, “Ms. Olivia.”

Without lifting her gaze, Olivia responded listlessly.

The maid, sensing Olivia’s mood, refrained from aslding any questions this time. Instead, she said, ” Rest on the couch, and I’ll pour you a glass of juice.”

Olivia replied absentmindedly, and the maid went to the kitchen to fetch the juice. However, when she returned with the glass, sh

noticed that Olivia had gone to her room.

Tyler arrived home earlier than usual, around 5 P.M. He was already in the living room when the maid approached him, saying, “Ms. Olivia is home, but she went straight to her room.”

Holding a box of cakes, Tyler nodded in acknowledgment.

The maid noticed there was tiramisu in the box and commented, “You must have brought these from your family home.”

Tyler replied, “Grandma asked me to bring them home. Put them on a plate.”

As the maid served the cakes, she couldn’t help but think about Tyler’s grandmother’s favorite cake. The cake was expensive, and of course, there was a lot of it at his family home.

She also wondered why Tyler was being kind to Olivia. Why bring the cakes home and ask her to serve them now? He rarely indulged in dessert, but thinking it through, it made sense since Olivia was Naomi’s sister.

Once the maid left, Tyler removed his tie and headed upstairs. After a couple of steps, he paused and turned to the maid, asking, “Olivia’s home?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

The maid stopped as well and answered, “She doesn’t look well.”

Tyler had also noticed something was off about Olivia in the past few days. “Okay, got it,” he said before continuing to his room.

He came downstairs after changing and was on a phone call, presumably work–related. He spoke for a while by the floor–to–ceiling window, gazing outside, before ending the call.

When he returned to the living room, he glanced around and then sat down on the couch.

Just then, Olivia appeared, heading toward the kitchen to help. She hoped to keep busy and distract herself. However, she froze when she saw Tyler, who was reading a newspaper.

She hadn’t expected him to come home early today. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Tyler.

He put down the newspaper upon hearing his name and said, “Come here.”

Olivia stopped in her tracks, momentarily uncertain. She eventually walked over to him and stood.

nearby.

Tyler, sensing the seriousness of the situation, asked her, “What happened? Tell me.‘

But Olivia remained silent.

Tyler, growing visibly upset, continued, “You don’t want to tell me?”

She shook her head in silence.

Frustrated, Tyler took out his phone and said, “Then I’ll call

your friend.”

Panicking, Olivia rushed over and grabbed his hand. She looked utterly exhausted as she pleaded, It’s really nothing, Tyler.”

Despite her plea, Tyler’s face remained cold. “You’re still not telling me?”

Understanding that she couldn’t hide it any longer, Olivia decided it was better to tell him herself, rather than having him ask Sophie.