"Dad... you... you... don’t you believe ?"
"Olivia."
Charles Smith’s voice was deeper than before, and the anger that had been building up now seeped from his eyes bit by bit.
"Don’t push your luck!"
Charles Smith’s voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly expressed his attitude at the mont, "This na originally belonged to my daughter. You’ve taken her na, her identity, and the treatnt she was supposed to enjoy as the little princess of the Smith Family, all taken by you."
Charles Smith’s emotions were still under control at first, but like Edward Smith, the more he spoke, the more the anger and heartbreak for his biological daughter occupied his heart.
"If you have any sense, shut your mouth now. I rember you were just a baby at the ti and couldn’t decide anything today, but that doesn’t an you can justifiably continue to cause trouble in front of us."
Evelyn Taylor hadn’t spoken a word, but like Charles Smith, she could tell from Olivia’s behavior that Olivia had long been aware of everything.
She wasn’t a fragile woman. On the contrary, she had her own ans and rationality. She stepped back from Charles Smith’s embrace, gathered her nearly collapsed emotions, looked at Olivia, and put away her usual gentleness, saying:
"Olivia, you’re not as innocent as we thought."
Evelyn Taylor pointed out the key issue directly, and Olivia’s heart skipped a beat, her face becoming even paler than before.
"Mom, how... how can you say that? Because of a nonsense paternity test, you all don’t want to acknowledge anymore, and now you want to pin sothing else on ?"
In her innocent tone, there was unmistakable reproach.
Evelyn Taylor had originally thought that since Olivia grew up by her side, she would still have a bit of affection for her.
But clearly, sothing not born of oneself, in the end, has a different character. At this ti, not only does she not feel guilty, but she even uses such a tone to accuse them in return.
Evelyn Taylor laughed, but in Olivia’s eyes, it made her both scared and resentful.
Seeing Evelyn Taylor’s face, she thought of Helen lendy, that cripple who couldn’t walk and was soon to replace her life, the position of the Smith Family’s eldest daughter.
Evelyn Taylor didn’t want to be angry over Olivia’s life; it was unnecessary and aningless.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, then turned to Edward Smith and said:
"Let the bodyguards leave first."
Edward Smith nodded and signaled the bodyguards to leave.
The several maids in the Smith Family living room also sensibly retreated.
At this point, in the Smith Family’s living room, only Charles Smith, Evelyn Taylor, Edward Smith, Thomas Smith, and the trembling Olivia remained.
Evelyn Taylor put away her usual carefree attitude, looked at Thomas Smith hiding behind him and then at how Thomas was unconditionally defending Olivia, and frowned, sowhat annoyed.
"Olivia, I just want to ask you one question, answer honestly."
Olivia’s body trembled as she looked at Evelyn Taylor’s eyes, which carried no nostalgia or tenderness, a flash of resentnt crossed her eyes.
"Ask."
"When did you know you weren’t a daughter of the Smith Family?"
Evelyn Taylor’s straightforward question pierced Olivia’s heart, making her face turn a few shades paler.
But she could only force herself to stay calm, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
"Mom, since you’ve already decided I’m not your daughter, what else is there to say?"
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