The Beginning Of All Sins

After Olivia left, only Naomi and Tyler remained in the room. Hillary was also present, but she was as

good as an invisible person.

Naomi initiated the conversation. “Tyler, do you think Olivia left to meet Claude?” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you think so?”

Naomi wasn’t sure, but she sounded worried and said, “If Olivia and Claude are seeing each other, then-”

Tyler lowered his voice. “Talk to her then. She’s your sister, so it should be easy to have a

conversation with her.”

Olivia didn’t expect Claude to still be there, so she approached him. “Why are you still here?”

She noticed a lit cigarette between his fingers. He was smoking.

Claude saw her staring at his cigarette and extinguished it, chuckling. “Sorry for indulging my bad habit.”

Olivia quickly replied, “I don’t mind at all,” but she looked up and realized he didn’t seem happy- rather, he appeared downcast. She asked, “Are you upset?”

Claude didn’t deny it, just stood there with a sad expression. “Yeah, a bit. Being here brought back some unpleasant memories.” He gazed into the distant darkness.

Olivia couldn’t understand why someone so gentle and bright would have a somber side. She quietly looked up at him.

Claude felt her eyes on him and met her gaze with gentleness. “Why are you staring at me?”

Olivia shook her head. “Nothing. I just think you’re a wonderful person.”

Claude looked at Olivia under the white light, feeling a strange flutter in his heart. He didn’t even realize when his gaze softened further, then he smiled and said, “I’m not wonderful, Olivia.”

Olivia held him in such high regard that she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, so she shook her head. “No, you’re a wonderful person.”

His smile lingered as he asked, “Why are you so cautious around your family? Didn’t you say your relationship with your sister was okay?”

words.

Olivia tensed at his words. “No, it’s not like that.”

But how could Claude not have known? From the moment she hesitated at the door, he realized she didn’t have a good relationship with her family.

“You need to tell me if you’re unhappy,” he whispered.

Olivia looked at him, puzzled by his sudden remark.

Claude stopped talking, looking at her with a gentle yet helpless expression.

Olivia replied, “Don’t get me wrong, Claude. My family is nice to me.”

Claude’s smile faded. “As long as you believe they’re nice. Remember, you can come to me if you need help.”

Olivia couldn’t explain it, but his words warmed her heart. She nodded, saying, “Of course.”