Olivia was terrified and hurriedly explained herself, even though she knew that no matter how she tried to explain, Evelyn and her husband wouldn’t listen.
Evelyn sighed, rubbed her temples, and said:
"Olivia, I know what you’re thinking. You are jealous of Helen, so you always speculate about her with the worst intentions, but..."
Evelyn’s gaze turned cold and aggressive, "Do you have the capital and qualifications to be jealous?"
"Mom..."
Evelyn raised her hand to interrupt her, saying, "Don’t call Mom."
She regretted letting Olivia stay that day because she was concerned about outsiders’ opinions on Helen, hoping Olivia would truly be honest and decent.
But now, she realized, what hope could she have for soone like Olivia with such a low moral character?
Why should she care about a servant’s opinion on her own daughter?
After all, they were just servants and a few outsiders. Even if they were displeased with Helen, so what?
Was she really afraid they could stir up any trouble?
But leaving Olivia, a troublemaker, in the Smith Family made it impossible for her to tolerate Helen now. Who knows what kind of trouble she’d cause in the future?
"Butler."
"Madam."
"Have soone pack up Olivia’s belongings and send her out imdiately. No one is allowed to let her in again."
"Yes."
This ti, the butler answered decisively, with no intention of sympathizing with Olivia.
Earlier, he was waiting in the living room, listening clearly to Olivia’s words.
Even a girl brought up as a wealthy heiress, and even ordinary girls from other families wouldn’t do sothing so rude.
To blatantly question the authenticity of gifts from guests.
No need to elaborate, being able to stay with the Smith Family shows their generosity and appreciation of relationships. If you had any sense, you should be honest and dutiful instead of being so audacious in front of the real heiress.
At first, he felt sorry for her when she was going to be driven out because her background was exposed, thinking the Young Master went too far.
Looking at it now, maybe the reality wasn’t as he perceived.
The butler sighed inwardly, while calling upon the servants to help pack up Olivia’s things from her room.
Seeing no room for negotiation on their faces, Olivia was filled with regret and panic, resorting to her old tricks by kneeling down before them.
"Dad, Mom, please don’t make leave. I was wrong. I said the wrong things. I truly didn’t an it. I’m begging you, please don’t make leave. I really don’t know where to go after leaving the Smith Family, I’m begging you."
She cried with a runny nose and tears, without a scrap of dignity.
Helen furrowed her brows, exchanging a look with her husband.
Tch! What a ss.
Only to hear Evelyn snort coldly, saying:
"How could you not know where to go? Don’t you have biological parents? Go find them."
When Olivia heard this, her eyes clearly flickered for a mont, but quickly concealed the ominous glint, crying:
"Mom, I’ve been by your side since I was little. I don’t even know who my parents are, how am I supposed to find them?"
She then glanced at Helen, who was standing to the side with an indescribable expression, and said:
"My sister grew up in an orphanage, which ans my parents are definitely not in this world anymore. Where should I go to find them, boo hoo~~"
She cried sorrowfully, covering her face with her hands, hiding her expression from everyone.
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