Chapter 48 0 Olive, I believe in you!

Elvis did not look at Crystal.

“Elvis, what I said is true. Olive did all of this. In the bathroom, she even stole my phone and called someone!” Crystal insisted emotionally.

Elvis still didn’t display any emotions. He looked at Olive and asked, “Who did you call?”

Olive calmly shook her head, “I didn’t call anyone.”

“Liar! Elvis, don’t believe her, she’s lying to you!”

Elvis held Olive’s cold hands. “Olive, I still believe you, okay?”

Crystal stared in disbelief as Elvis declared his trust for Olive. “Elvis, what kind of love poison did Olive give to you? She killed your child with her own hands! How can you still believe her?”

Elvis raised his leg and kicked a wooden chair.

With a bang, the wooden chair shattered.

In the blink of an eye, Elvis had already stood up and swiftly pulled out the gun from Peterson’s waist. He pressed the black hole against Crystal’s forehead.

Crystal was paralyzed on the ground. As a child born into wealth, it was the first time of her being so afraid. The mouth of the gun was icy cold.

As long as he moved slightly, her life would be gone.

“Haa! Elvis? Please, don’t shoot!” She pleaded with her hands in the air.

she

wrong. Although Elvis lost his child, Crystal knew him to be

understand what she

quickly realized that Elvis was very concerned about the death

now on, you’d better keep your mouth shut. If

never thought that one day, Elvis would threaten her with a gun. She didn’t

moment, a beautiful voice sounded in her

her forehead slowly withdraw. Elvis let her go.

sir.” Peterson

at Olive. Olive’s cold

still didn’t know what Olive was thinking

left, there were only two people left in the ward. Olive laid

over. He lowered his head and placed several kisses on her forehead. “Olive, go

Okay?”

did not respond. She

night, Olive was asleep when something cold

lashes shivered as she slowly opened her

her palin were three porcelain figures. The two adult figures represented her and Elvis, and the little figure was

olive, I believe in

was Elvis’s

thought that the child in her womb was a

wear it

gently rubbed it.

to the sofa, and

the little porcelain figure in her hands. Her hand under the blanket moved down a little bit and landed on her flat abdomen. Her clear eyes were filled with the softness of a mother’s love and a touch

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