The Beginning Of All Sins

Even Alisa noticed that Olivia didn't seem herself. Concerned, she approached her in the morning, asking, "What's wrong, Ma'am? Did you have a nightmare?" Olivia, panic-stricken, sat motionless in bed. Her head was drenched in sweat, her face ashen.

"Ma'am?" Alisa pressed gently.

Olivia gazed at her in silence for a moment before pulling her knees close, appearing utterly helpless.

Alisa sensed her distress, sat beside her, and grasped her shoulders. "What's the matter? Did something happen?"

"I'm scared," Olivia whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What is it?"

Olivia remained silent, her body trembling.

Alisa, alarmed, exclaimed, "Did something frighten you?"

Olivia stayed silent, burying her face between her knees.

Alisa hurried to

in conversation with the maids in her room. As usual, Ana

visiting the beauty salon, but she often stayed home to keep

Alisa enter, Maisy asked, "What brings you

explain, "Ms. Maisy, Ms. Olivia

she sick?" Maisy jumped up, clutching a pillow. "Why is she sick? Did you call

day before she

go. Let's find out what happened

went

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arrived,

the same

nove

ne

asked, "What's wrong, my darling?

Olivia called out,

et

that something was amiss. She sat by the bed and held Olivia's hands "What's wrong? What happened? Why do you look like this?"