Her Precious Baby

Chapter 294

Evander helped Olivine to the couch. He stared at her, asking, “What happened?”

Olivine held his arm and put on a puppy pout. With a sad, broken voice, she responded. “I did nothing, Evander. Trust me. I couldn't help you guys since I couldn't cook, so I cut up some fruits for the boy. However, he tossed them away and shoved me to the table.”

Angeline laughed mirthlessly. Boy. she's getting better at making up stories.

“As if,” she interjected adamantly. “Sebastian's a quiet boy to start with, and he's harmless. Also, he's a good kid. He never threw any tantrums. Yet you say he tossed fruits around the room and shoved you, an adult, into a table?”

As if shocked, Olivine quickly huddled closer to Evander. Sarcastically, she said, “So you're saying I'm accusing a child for no reason? Oh no, I have a reason. Yes, they aren't grown up enough to come up with plots or schemes, but their parents? That I can't say for sure.”

“Oh, please. You're not even worth my time.” A wave of fury swam within Angeline's voice. She took a step forward and demanded. “Even if you wish to accuse me, you'd need proof. Or else I reserve the right to sue you for slander.”

Olivine was no match for an aggressive Angeline, so she turned to Evander and cried again. “You have to believe me, Evander. I wouldn't have hurt myself, so someone else must have done it. And the child is... different to begin with. Who knows what he would do?”

Olivine's head off. but Evander remained calm. He listened to Olivine's

by frustration and a desire to know, she asked, “Do you believe her?” she said, almost

eyes. The look of determination and sadness mingled together. Subsequently, he felt something

touched her leg. Then she moaned.

of it, and he recomposed himself. “You should get that treated at the lounge,” he said. Then Evander picked her

on him, her eyes twinkling with bliss. Then,

felt like

Mr. Golding?” Angry and disheartened, she grumbled, “I would've let it slide if she had just come at me, but she went after my child. I'm sorry, but I

Evander shot her a look of disapproval.

throwing a tantrum? She was hurt by his remark once again. Angeline looked up at the ceiling and held her sadness down by

composed as best she could, and she stared right

was because she wanted to know what Evander would really do. She wanted to know if he would pick her side over his fiancee's. Sadly, she had an answer, but Angeline refused to face the truth. She was holding

me. Angeline. I'm already letting it slide, so can't you do the same?” Olivine's eyes glistened, and she put on another victim act. “He's already tiled from all the work he has to do. Can you stop bothering