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?”

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

a desire to know, she asked,

in her eyes. The look of

Evander's look. Olivine panicked and touched

“You should get that treated at the lounge,”

you, Evander.” Olivine leaned on him, her eyes twinkling with bliss. Then, she limped behind

how he chose to solve matters. She felt like her whole

just like that, 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

of disapproval. “Stop throwing a

thinks I'm 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 into Evander's eyes. “I will not allow anyone

back off. Part of it was for her son, and part of it was because she wanted to know what Evander would really do. She wanted to

injured 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 him with