Chapter 1819

She was withering, rapidly. Olivia fell silent. She stared at Connor, unmoving, her eyes devoid of all emotion, filled only with hate. Was it directed at Connor? At that woman and her illegitimate son? Or at Scott? Perhaps, at all of them. Connor met her gaze, his expression calm. His eyes held neither pity nor affection, only a straightforward statement of reality. The hospital room was silent, a long, suffocating silence. Then, Olivia laughed. The sharp bones of her face stretched as her lips parted, like a ghostly skull grinning, a vengeful specter that could devour someone whole. A hoarse, hollow chuckle. Connor watched her laugh but said nothing. After a while, Olivia looked away. Her gaze fell on Christine, still unconscious, showing no signs of waking up. Then, she spoke. "Alright, we'll go abroad. Can she even travel with her condition?" She turned back to Connor, her lips still curved into a smile. Yet, the hatred in her eyes burned even stronger. Poisonous. A