Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 270

Olivia was in the middle of drawing with Andrew when she received a call from Maddie.

She didn’t think too much and answered the call directly.

When she picked it up, she realized that it was William.

Olivia raised her eyebrows slightly with a hint of surprise.

She had some understanding of William. This person was very responsible, shrewd, and quite insightful.

Knowing that she and the Taylor family had reached this point, there was absolutely no room for reconciliation.

If there was nothing important, he would have never called her.

Then, why did he call today?

Olivia switched hands to answer the phone, leaving her right hand free to draw with Andrew.

Her attention was not entirely focused on William.

“Ms. Taylor.” William’s tone was very polite. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”

Upon hearing this, Olivia curled her lips and sneered. “Mr. Taylor, no need to be so polite. If you have something to say, just say it.”

William took a deep breath and looked out of the window into the distance. After a while, he said calmly, “Ms. Taylor, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah,” she replied.

William asked, “If all of this hadn’t happened, and if we could turn back time to the day you first returned to the Taylor family, and there was a conflict between my mother and Grandpa Isaac, who adopted you, who would you support?“.,

Olivia was in the middle of drawing a little turtle. When she heard his question, the tip of her colored pen paused, leaving a large green spot on the white paper.

Without rushing, she smoothly redirected her stroke, and the green spot slowly turned into the patterns on the turtle’s back.

Little Andrew was stunned. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Amazing.”

Olivia’s heart suddenly softened. She leaned over and kissed the little guy on the forehead and whispered, “Would you like to go upstairs and play?”

obediently nodded and ran upstairs with

picture of the little turtle and hang

Olivia drew for

returned to her senses and

William’s

that if it were her when a conflict arises between giving birth to goodness and nurturing goodness,

actions were a little

the five fingers had its own length, let alone

interaction and exchange

spoke calmly, but her tone was firm. “Of course, I’m leaning towards Grandpa Isaac. He raised me and doted on me. How

like this. Therefore, our mother’s

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with that?”

I’ve never blamed her for being

to the end, she never blamed Amelia for being biased. She could even accept that her mother may not love her as

her biological mother was a

mother could not distinguish right from wrong, could not see the difference between good and bad, and

is fair and just. She doesn’t love me enough, and I don’t love her enough. That’s fair. But what right

to ask me to give in? What right does she have to meddle in my life? What right does she have to

her voice and said in an extremely fierce tone, “The first time, when Emma tried to have someone insult me, it was Amelia who asked me to back down. She naturally asked me to be tolerant and

to me, so she

even if she wanted to side with Emma, she would find a way to seek reconciliation, offer money and

arrogant when it comes to me? Is it all because

me, slander my reputation, and even wanted to use public opinion to intimidate me. Every single

illegal? No matter how powerful the Taylor family

she gave birth to me and I’m

you who went all out and told

not

let alone a mother, claim that human nature is so base that it justifies

if she hurt someone else, at random stranger

I have to forgive her no matter what she does? Why should

words were powerful and resonant. They were like sharp blades that pierced

his

to hate them so

tightened and his lips trembled violently. He knew that every word he had said

and saw