Olivia looked down coldly at the man beneath her feet. She crouched down, tore off her face mask, reached out and slapped her cheek hard, with a tone full of disdain: "Freya, I haven't seen any improvement from you all these years. Actually, I still like you as an opponent, stupid and naughty. Many times you can kill yourself without me even having to do it!"

Freya gritted her teeth in pain and said, "You're just seducing a general? A man as arrogant as him will fall sooner or later. How long can you be so proud?"

"At least I haven't been kicked out of the House of De Rossi as you are now."

Freya, almost driven crazy with rage, roared, "It's all because of you!" Sterling loves me, and he will bring me back sooner or later!"

'Oh? It's fine that you're stupid, but it's even more stupid to think everyone else is as stupid as you. Sterling is a smart guy, how could he not know that you're not carrying his child?"

"Impossible! Otherwise, how could he abandon you and choose me?"

Olivia's eyes were filled with compassion: "Because you are Bernadotte and he is Rong, even if it weren't you, he would marry another Bernadotte woman."

This fact was like a knife that brutally split Freya's heart in two. Over the years, she had been like a thief, carrying her love for Sterling. She had thought that when he agreed to marry her, he would at least have a little affection for her, but after their marriage, he always spoke coldly to her and even didn't bother to give her a second look. Even when she was driven out of the House of De Rossi by her evil mother-in-law, he didn't say a good word for her.

She glared viciously at Olivia: "It's all because of you bitch! Otherwise, it would have been me with him!"

Olivia suddenly pinched her chin: "Freya, what on earth do you know?"

"Hehe... You're not a House of Bernadotte at all, but a bastard!"

Pop! Olivia slapped her hard across the face and grabbed her neck with all her might.

"When my mom died, you were there too. Did she really fall from upstairs by accident? Or was House of Bernadotte trying to hide some secret?"

A glimmer of darkness flashed in Freya's eyes, and she pretended to be composed, "It was she herself who wanted to go to the balcony to pick up the glass ball for Delilah. Could it be that someone is forcing her to die?"

The death of her mother had always been a thorn in her heart, and Delilah had gone crazy at that moment. She always felt that things were not so simple, but she was at school that year, and by the time she got home, all the servants who had witnessed the scene had been sent away by Gavin.

She let Freya go and uttered a cold word: "Get out!"

Freya ran away, and she turned her head to look at her back as she walked into the West Garden and said fiercely, "Bitch, since you've done me such a bad job, I won't let you off!"

Before Olivia entered the house, she heard the sound of Delilah throwing things.

The maid Riley, who usually takes care of her, complained as soon as she saw Olivia: "Miss, you've finally come back. The third miss has been so naughty these days that she doesn't even eat."

"Give me the meal, I'll go and see."

Riley immediately handed her the tray, and she had just reached Delilah's bedroom when she saw a vase flying over. Fortunately, she had dodged quickly, otherwise she would have been hit.

"What's wrong with Delilah?"

When Delilah saw that it was her, she came running happily, but halfway there, she suddenly stepped back crying: "Sister doesn't want Delilah anymore, Sister is bad!"

It turned out that it was because I hadn't seen her for so long that I was in a bad mood.

She smiled and placed the tray on the table, then walked over and stroked her hair to comfort her, saying, "We Delilah are so lovely. How could I bear to part with you?"

"Then why hasn't Sister come to see me for so long?" Delilah sobbed.

Olivia held her in her arms: "Delilah, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'll pick you up after a while, okay?"

Delilah blinks her innocent eyes: "Sister didn't lie to me?"

"When did my sister ever deceive you? My sister met a... It seems like a nice guy, after the assessment period, I'll take you over to live together."

"Good, good, Delilah is going to live with the sister and never be angry with the old witch again." Delilah clapped her hands and laughed happily.

"Then during this time, you have to take good care of yourself, eat well, and listen to Riley obediently, understand?"

"Well, sister, Delilah will be very, very good." Delilah nodded frequently.

She smiled and pulled her to sit on the chair, feeding her spoonful of food.

Delilah seemed extremely hungry. She opened her little mouth and ate sweetly, and from time to time, she would look up and smile foolishly at her.

Seeing such a little sister, she felt a bit sad. If it weren't for that incident, she would have been such a nice girl.

At this moment Riley knocked on the door and said, "Miss, the upper class is coming. Master has asked you to go there right now."

Delilah seized her sleeve tightly and looked at her pitifully, "Sister, don't leave me."

That look only made her sad, and she broke her fingers apart with pain: "Is Delilah naughty?"

Delilah immediately pulled her hand back and whispered, "Delilah will be very good, sister, don't abandon Delilah."

Olivia held back the sourness in her eyes as she walked out of the West Garden, only expecting that she would run into Evander at the corner.

Under the moonlight, he was dressed in a neat white shirt, looking even more upright. His well-fitting trousers stretched out his legs, making his long legs look particularly flamboyant. Leaning against the wall, he was slightly puffing out smoke rings, looking extremely handsome and with an indescribable sense of melancholy, instantly locking people's eyes.

"Cough cough... How long have you been waiting for me here? '

He quickly threw the cigar to the ground, stomped it out in a cool tone, and said, "Just arrived."

In fact, he had been here for a long time. He had hoped to see her in the first place, but when he heard from the servants that she had gone to the West Garden, he came over.

She looked rather flustered: "I just wanted to see the servant who had taken care of me for so many years, after all, I hadn't seen her for so many days."

Just an ordinary servant? A glimmer of darkness flashed in his eyes. Olivia, how long on earth are you going to hide it from me?

He approached slowly, and the faint smell of tobacco wafted over her, and her heart was pounding, perhaps because of nervousness or somehow.

"Did you miss me very much?

"Aren't we together every day?"

He raised his hand and pinched her chin, insisting, "Answer my question."

"Um."

He tugged at his lips: "What does' um 'mean? It seems that if I don't do something, you're not going to tell the truth."

He held her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips in a domineering manner, being tender and aggressive.

Her body hung softly on him, perhaps deep in love, she gasped softly, "I miss you."

He smiled and kneaded the softness of her body: "What did you think of? Is it here? Here? Or here?"

"Evander, you rogue!"

By the moonlight he saw the blood on her face, and suddenly became angry: "Who hurt you?"