The Beginning Of All Sins

Hillary looked awkward. Of course, she knew exactly what Tyler must have seen and heard.

“Oh… Okay. You don’t have to be so formal with me. I’m not a guest here,” she said, trying to lighten

the mood.

“We shouldn’t overlook proper etiquette,” Tyler replied casually.

Hillary chuckled nervously. “Sure.” She turned to Olivia and said, “I’m going downstairs then.”

Olivia stood there, trying her best to appear composed. She nodded and replied, “Yes, of course.”

Hillary turned and walked away, while Olivia remained still. When she reached the door, Hillary said to Tyler, “Let’s go, Tyler.”

“Hmm, you can go ahead,” he said.

Hillary’s expression froze momentarily before she looked away and headed toward the corridor.

Tyler lingered at the door for a moment, casting a glance at Olivia still in the room. He frowned before finally leaving.

As if all her energy had been sapped away, Olivia sank onto the bed. She looked utterly exhausted.

She wasn’t sure when Hillary had left. By the time she went downstairs, Hillary was already gone. Tyler was the only one left, sitting at the dining table.

Olivia couldn’t interact with him as naturally as she wished. However, she greeted him and sat down

to have breakfast.

Even though Olivia tried to appear normal, how could he not notice her red, swollen eyes?

Observing Olivia eating the cold food, Tyler instructed the maid, “Heat up the food.”

The maid promptly removed the cold dishes and brought back steaming hot replacements.

Olivia continued to eat with her head bowed, never once lifting her gaze.

Just then, a maid from the Harris residence entered the room, carrying a few items. She addressed Olivia, “Miss, Ms. Maisy sent you some jewelry. She said you can wear them at the banquet.”

“Okay, please thank her for me,” Olivia replied softly.

Tyler directed the maid, “Take them to the room.”

After the maid left, Tyler resumed his breakfast elegantly.

In the days leading up to the banquet, Olivia had been upset. She turned off her phone to avoid receiving any calls. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Harrises took the banquet very seriously, continuously sending items to Sandalwood Palace.

On the day of the banquet, a makeup artist arrived early to prepare Olivia. Despite the elaborate makeup and attire, Olivia felt like she was in a daze as she sat before the mirror.

She was a university student, but now she was dressed like a bride. Everything felt surreal, yet oddly familiar. She remembered a similar scene from when she was fifteen, standing beside Naomi.

As she gazed blankly at her reflection, she saw her face overlapping with Naomi’s.

Suddenly, someone appeared before her, breaking the illusion. She snapped back to reality and saw Tyler in a tuxedo standing behind her in the mirror–the man who stood next to Naomi when she was

fifteen.

However, this time, he stood behind her, his expression cold and serious. He had lost the warm smile she had seen at that time.

Olivia quickly straightened up, trying to appear less dispirited.