Olivia Sparks

"Check it one more time! Call a new doctor! You're not doing it right. I need a new doctor. Olivia! Olivia, please. Find someone outside. It can't be. This can't be. I'm pregnant. I know it! I felt my son kicking!"

Rona Co was a complete mess, crying and screaming inside the VIP room. All the while, the doctor stood silently in a corner and waited for her to calm down.

To shut Rona up, Oliver spoke, "Ms. Co, I believe there's no need to call another person in the room. But if you wanted every doctor or resident in this facility to find out about your predicament, then be my guest."

Rona regarded Oliver Lin who stood with his back ramrod straight. His hands were dipped in his pockets, and he oozed with power and confidence as if those were his second skin.

One look was enough that he would certainly call every doctor in the hospital, and her humiliation would be known to everyone.

Her lips trembled, her eyes darted to the ultrasound monitor. She saw it earlier, but she was still in denial. 

Was this her curse for taking Amelia's spot which really belonged to her in the first place?

She deserved to be in Henry's arms. She's the only deserving person to bear a Lin heir, and not some crazy woman named Amelia.

Standing her ground, Rona Co swallowed the lump in her throat. She fisted the blanket under her palms to contain her grief and anger, all pooled into one.

"I will wait for Henry in this room, and we will find another doctor to do the scan and finish the damn amniocentesis," she gritted through her teeth.

Pursing her lips into a thin line, Olivia stood from her seat and clutched the purse that was hanging on her shoulder.

"Okay then. But just a heads-up, he might be running a little late."

Rona averted Olivia's gaze and trained her sight outside the window.

She heard footsteps shuffling on the floor, and a door sliding open.

Suddenly, the world stood still when a scratching sound echoed from Olivia's purse.

Fishing her phone out, a recording played again and again in the background.

An ugly sobbing sound could be heard, followed by incoherent murmurs. 

"Ameliaaaa, I'm sorry. Ameliaaaa, please forgive me. Take me back, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Olivia eyed Rona Co and saw a teardrop from the corner of her eye. Rona, Olivia, and Oliver knew exactly to whom that voice belonged to.

"LEEEEEEEEAVE!" Rona Co screamed on top of her lungs, throwing the pillow towards the door.

Sliding the partition closed, Olivia exhaled through her nose. She should be triumphant. She should celebrate hearing her father beg for forgiveness.

But her heart painfully squeezed in her c.h.e.s.t. It didn't satisfy her the way she thought it would. The apology felt forced although it came from Henry's heart.

One thing was for sure, Henry Lin's apology came twenty-six years late. Their family was broken. Each of them beyond repair all because of a lady's blinding obsession with a married man. 

And after all the trouble Olivia had to put herself in, she didn't want to consider Rona's misfortune as her victory, having lost a child herself.

Olivia's mind was elsewhere as footsteps echoed in the narrow hallway. She felt a hand cup her shoulders, so she peered up and saw Oliver smiling at her.

"Delete that recording. It's nauseating." Oliver's smile dropped and his jaw ticked as he spoke, "It was music to my ears hearing Dad say sorry, but promise me, no more tricks from now on, Livi. We can't tell how ugly Ms. Co's retaliation would be."

"I didn't even do anything to her. It was karma getting a paycheck today on Headmistress."

Olivia's remark made Oliver shake his head and he walked ahead of her. His energy was depleted from all the drama earlier, he couldn't exert more power to understand how Olivia's line of reasoning worked. 

Midway in their elevator ride, Oliver looked over his shoulder and asked Olivia, "Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"You can drop me off at Oakwood. I left my things in the office."

"Things like what? Is it heavy? I can help you with it. I cleared my afternoon schedule anyway."

"Just things I need for later. And please...just spend time with your family. Stop being a clingy brother," Olivia teased.

A cunning smile curved Olivia's cherry-stained lips, telling Oliver exactly what things she needed and where she would be later: The Distillery.

That place was Maxen's brainchild. He was so bored with his princely life that he presented the idea to his friends. 

His love for booze and women was a driving factor as well, so Oliver, Wyatt, and Emily agreed without second thoughts.

At first, the four clovers ran the bar until Oliver had to lay low after marrying Ava. And then Oliver heard that Maxen stopped visiting the place after meeting Olivia.

Everything was left in Emily and Wyatt's hands soon after but then Wyatt messed up, sneaking visits behind Emily's back, and god knew what other establishments Wyatt visited to contract an infectious disease.

Fast forward to that day, the unemployed Emily was running the place as if she owned it when the truth was, she never put a dime in the place.

Glancing at Olivia, Oliver was conflicted whether to tolerate his sister or give her an earful, but Olivia was of age and she could make sound decisions for herself. 

Heck, she even had a company of her own so there was no need for Oliver to act like an overbearing older brother.

"Do I need to give them a call?" Oliver offered, although he had a feeling that Olivia prepared months in advance for that one special pass she had.

"Nope, Emily covered everything that I need tonight."

"Oh boy. There's nothing much I can do then. Just… be careful. And don't break a leg." Oliver smirked.