Chapter 5 Olive’s Fall From Grace
Olive rushed to the hospital, and the doctor told her Solana’s condition didn’t look good.
On the third day, the results came out. Solana had a serious congenital heart disease and needed to stay in the hospital long-term for treatment.
She needed a heart transplant as soon as possible. Otherwise, the older Solana got, the more her life would be at risk.
The 40 thousand dollars Olive had wasn’t nearly enough to cover Solana’s treatment.
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In the children’s ward, Solana looked at Olive and asked softly, “Mommy, am I sick?”
Olive looked at Solana’s innocent smile and returned it. “You’re fine. You’ll be better soon, and we can go home in a couple of days!”
“Really?” Solana looked at Olive with bright, curious eyes.
“Yeah!” Olive pulled Solana into her arms, a faint, bitter smile appearing on her lips.
The child in her arms was all she had left, and Olive couldn’t lose her.
She couldn’t allow anything to happen to Solana. She just couldn’t.
The next day, Olive went to look for Sylvie Zedd, who lived downstairs and worked at Reign selling drinks. Olive asked the latter to introduce her to be a singer at Reign.
It was Stratusville’s biggest and most lavish nightclub. Here, people drowned in pleasure, and fortunes vanished overnight.
Olive sang three sets a night here, and the pay was great. It gave her more time to spend with Solana. Most importantly, no one here cared about her past—not even the boss, Louis Dickmite.
At Reign, Olive had a new name.
It was Snowdrop.
As one of the first flowers of spring, it stood for new beginnings, rebirth, and the quiet strength to rise again.
It was her hope for a kinder, brighter future.
“Snowdrop, Mr. Dickmite wants you to sing another set tonight!” Sylvie rushed in. She hadn’t expected Olive to be so popular.
“I can’t tonight. It’s late, and I need to go take care of my daughter. She’s waiting for me,” Olive said while taking off her makeup, but Sylvie stopped her.
“Snowdrop, sometimes you have to go along with how things are when you’re relying on others. Remember, you need this job to support your daughter,” Sylvie said.
Olive went pale the moment she heard that, because what Sylvie said was true. Olive was no longer the heiress of the Swansons.
She had long since fallen from grace, and now, she lived only for Solana.
“Okay, I understand,” Olive replied.
In the end, she had no choice but to go back on stage and sing another song.
While Olive was singing on stage, a man sat in the corner watching her. His eyes held a scornful amusement.
He hadn’t expected to run into her on this business trip.
What shocked him most was how far Olive had fallen. She used to be the proud, high and mighty Swanson heiress, queen of Torsville’s high society.
Who knew how Trevor would react if he found out?
With that thought, the man pulled out his phone with a chuckle. He took a photo of Olive standing center stage and sent it to Trevor on WhatsApp.
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Back in Torsville, Trevor was in the study in his mansion. He was going through some documents when his phone suddenly buzzed. Frowning slightly, he checked the name on the WhatsApp notification.
It was from Connor Zanderbilt.
He opened the chat and saw the photo Connor had sent along with a message that said, “She used to be such a sight to behold. Look at her now—ruined and pitiful. Are you happy now, Mr. Horton?”
When Trevor saw the image of Olive, his eyes turned sharp and cold. His fingers tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white.
