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Chapter 318

Chapter 318

Meanwhile, the Harts were squirming in misery,

Caitlin hung up with Olivia, her heart pounding, and raced back to the Hart family estate. The minute she walked in. Olivia’s gut–wrenching cries hit her from upstairs.

A maid saw her and dipped her head. “Ma’am”

“What’s wrong with Olivia? Did you give her anything?” Caitlin snapped, her voice tight.

The maid shifted, nervous. “We’re out of meds. I called the doctor, but he’s not coming

Caitlin’s breath caught. She didn’t say another word–just bolted up the stairs.

She flung Olivia’s door open. The room was dark, thick with a heavy vibe.

Olivia was curled up on the bed, gripping her stomach, gasping through the pain.

She’d always been proud–especially of that stunning hair she’d show off like it was her crown.

Now it was gone. All of it. Her scalp bare, not a single strand left from yesterday’s last bits.

Caitlin’s chest hurt, her voice shaky. “Olivia.”

Olivia looked up, her face twisted in pain. “Mom, it hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know, but…” Caitlin’s hands balled up, useless.

Her head was spinning, coming up empty.

heart

no meds left. Olivia couldn’t leave the country–couldn’t even get out

no fix in sight.

so much. I need painkillers–can’t we get some from the hospital?” Olivia begged, her voice thin

but with her this bad off, over–the–counter meds was pointless. It

without a doctor’s okay, she’d thrown up

was already trashed; now it was straight–up torture, every moment

Mom, tell her I’ll come clean–I’ll own it,” Olivia forced out, teeth

and face the music, okay?” she added, her voice

her apart, her head

up and sit in prison–at least it’d beat this slow,

in her chest. “Olivia, don’t freak out. I’ll

begging Stefi?” Olivia shot

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didn’t seem to have heard a word she had said. Anger

Did you not talk to her right?”

The more she chewed on it, the

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If Caitlin had just buttered Stephanie up a little, Olivia believed that she wouldn’t still be stuck here, trapped in Long Harbor.

off. “I–I… Don’t worry, I’ll find a

her voice shook with panic and

boiled over, trembling. “I might not make it that long–do you even get

way–if she could, Olivia wouldn’t still be caged here,

her mouth to answer, but her phone rang,

“Ma’am, they’re saying Mr.

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