Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

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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.

hand, her heart cracking open, raw

leave the

sick, desperate, with no fix in sight. It didn’t get much worse than

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

bad off, over–the–counter

okay, she’d thrown up twice, her stomach flipping like crazy.

was already trashed; now it was straight–up

her I’ll come clean–I’ll own it,” Olivia forced out, teeth gritted.

go to jail and face the music, okay?” she added,

apart, her head getting

almost rather patch up and sit in prison–at least it’d beat this

her breath stuck in her chest. “Olivia, don’t freak out.

Stefi?” Olivia shot back, her voice spiking

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a word she had said. Anger

up again? Did you not talk to her right?” she pressed, bitterness cutting through,

be that. The more she chewed on

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a little, Olivia believed that she wouldn’t still

worry, I’ll find a way. I

but her voice shook with panic

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

could, Olivia wouldn’t still be caged here,

her phone rang, its sharp chime slicing through the mess.

the maid at the hospital with Tyler. “Ma’am, they’re saying Mr. Hart has to be discharged