Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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Olivia, who had everyone running around worrying about her, was now lying in the hospital, her eyes burning with rage.

The dance troupe had just called her–because of her injury, she couldn’t perform, so the opportunity she’d been scheming for had to go to her understudy.

Originally, the lead role of the Black Swan was supposed to be hers, no question.

She’d spent over half a year preparing for this tour. If she nailed it, there was even a chance to land the lead in a new choreography by an internationally renowned dance master.

That was why, even when she staged the car accident, she made sure not to get seriously hurt–she couldn’t risk her career.

But Natasha went straight for the kill and wrecked her leg in one move.

‘How dare she? Back in the day, Natasha would’ve just taken the hit to her dance career without a word. When did she learn to fight back and plot revenge?

‘This is unacceptable!‘ Olivia roared inwardly.

Thankfully, she had no clue the courtyard she was about to inherit was now a pile of ash. Otherwise? Forget the broken leg–nothing short of a coma would’ve kept her from losing her shit.

Olivia hung up the phone, her eyes red, putting on a face that screamed, “I’m upset but don’t want anyone to worry.”

Lucas, who was keeping a close eye on her, immediately noticed something was off. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Does it hurt? I’ll call the doctor.”

“No!” She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Well, the troupe just told me someone else got the Black Swan lead. I’m just a little disappointed.”

She held back her tears, forcing a smile that would make anyone’s heart ache.

Lucas fell silent. He knew how much this role meant to her.

“Sorry about that. Natasha’s the type who acts first and thinks later. I’ll make it up to you properly, promise,” he said.

Olivia watched his hand slip away like nothing happened. And when she heard him apologize like he was family to Natasha, a cold fury flashed in her eyes. “It’s fine. I get it. After all, Natasha was always Grandma’s favorite.

“It’s normal for her to claim Grandma’s things as her own. Honestly, if she really can’t let willing to give her the house. Even though it holds so many memories for me, I don’t want to see

go, I’d be

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pillow and helped her sit up. “Don’t blame yourself. Grandma’s house was always meant to be partly yours. And right now, you need

before adding, cool voice meant

this.”

was just a house–it could never stack up against Olivia, who lost her mother

Natasha was just stuck in a mental rut. She’d been domineering since childhood, never allowing

be gentle to Olivia, the truth was, she

probably didn’t want that house to pass through Olivia’s hands

was just an inanimate object. What does it matter who holds

Olivia really bar Natasha from entering if she ever

to visit?‘

about how Natasha hadn’t looked him in the eye once since the failed proposal and wouldn’t

to

drifted unconsciously to his phone, where her number remained unanswered, and he

try again? I can explain to her for you that you didn’t mean

Noel walked into the hospital room with a lunchbox. He couldn’t help but mutter, “She’s so dramatic, holding a grudge over something so small. Meanwhile, she’s

Olivia chided, her

zipped it, literally sealing his lips with a

siblings, lips pressed tight. Truth was, little Noel used to

follow him around proudly, bragging, “Lucas, I have a little brother now. Want him? I can lend him to you for five minutes–no, one

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without me.”

Lucas

what, after days of no contact,

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he wanted to talk things through. He’d make up the proposal to her,

the call

in the room

“Natasha-”

“Hello.”

sliced through the air at

deep, groggy voice of a man who’d clearly just woken up, Lucas was instantly on

guy on the other end didn’t answer his question.

you? Where are you

frowned in annoyance and simply hung up—then turned the phone

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