Olivia's pale expression was strikingly evident as Tyler edged closer to her neck. Feeling herself on the verge of collapse, she pushed him away and rose from his lap. She took several steps back before managing to stand still, her lips tightly pursed. "I'm tired. I'd like to go home."

As Tyler gripped the chair handle, his bright eyes fixed on her-- the charm that had enveloped him moments ago dissipated.

"Aren't you going to do what you're supposed to do?" he asked.

Struggling with pain, Olivia responded with silence.

Tyler pressed on, "Are you no longer concerned about Jacob's future?"

She could not care for anyone else when she could barely save herself. If her resistance brought peril to Jacob, then he would have to fend for himself.

In a hoarse voice, she apologized, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Tyler."

then left the

his drowsiness replaced

her room, Olivia gazed into space, knowing she couldn't win Tyler's

to manipulate her however

sense of relief-a gratification born from

night, citing illness, Olivia hastily returned to Tide

e

departure after just two

living room, Ana's tone was icy. "What's this?

trembled in fear, uncertain

she uttered,

had once

assist in their quest to control the Harrises. However, it became evident that Olivia

her. After all, she was Naomi's sister. How could Ana expect

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