The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler’s tone was so calm, yet it carried an underlying chill. He mentioned “taunting,” but Olivia didn’t understand what he meant.

Not wanting to escalate into an argument, Tyler closed his eyes and remarked, “Well, it’s expected for your sister to say all that. I’m just reminding you and don’t have the right to interfere.”

The entire journey home passed in silence.

Olivia reflected if her words had been too harsh since Tyler didn’t respond, and he remained silent as

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When the car arrived at Sandalwood Palace, Olivia was trying to find a way to ease the mood, but

Tyler beat her to it. “If you need a ride after class, just call me. If you don’t want to call me, you can always call the driver. Alright?”

Olivia was surprised. Not only was he not angry, but he spoke with such gentleness, making her feel she had been too harsh earlier.

Quietly, she apologized, “I’m sorry, Tyler,” with sincerity in her voice.

Tyler regarded her as though she were a child throwing a tantrum. “Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze.

With that, Tyler proceeded upstairs, leaving Olivia standing in the hallway.

That night, Olivia lay in bed, reflecting on Tyler’s words, before gradually drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Claude texted her a picture of some scenery and smiling children. Olivia recognized one of the children.

She stared at it for a long time, then replied, “You went to our village to teach before?”

Olivia had spent her early years in a village with her mother. Her grandma’s house was nestled deep in the village, and there was a small school with only a handful of students. Olivia often played there and recognized the children.

Claude replied promptly, “Your village?”

“You went to Sereneville, right?”

Claude confirmed, “I went there three years ago. There was a disabled child named Natalie in the picture.”

Olivia felt a surge of happiness as memories flooded back. “Yes, Natalie. Her legs didn’t move well, and her grandpa would carry her to school every day. She’s such a joyful child. She always called me

Livi.”

“I think she mentioned Livi to me before.”

“Really?” Olivia marveled at the small world they shared, even though they had never met.

“Yes. She said Livi used to braid her hair, take her to the river, and give her candy. Was that you?”

Olivia’s heart swelled with emotion. Everything was as she remembered. It had been a long time since she last visited.

“How is she? Has she grown taller?”

“When I left three years ago, she had grown taller and could take a few steps with the support of the desks.”