Chapter 27 Her Heart Died
Clive’s heart clenched. She looked up at Trevor’s cold, handsome face and gave a faint smile. “It’s a deal!
She would take Solana back from him as soon as possible at all costs. Solana was her life, and the only reason she was still breathing. Without her, what would be the point of living?
Thinking of Solana, her thoughts drifted to that other child.
“Trever, why didn’t you answer the phone?” Her lips curled into a bitter, self–mocking smile. Even now, standing here like this, she still wanted an answer. An answer she already knew in her heart.
“What do you mean?” His voice was cold and detached, as if they were talking about something utterly irrelevant,
She froze for a second, then suddenly burst into wild laughter.
Did he just ask her what she meant?
Back then, when she was in prison, beaten within an inch of her life, she never gave in. The only time she broke down was when Lucas was dying, when she called him over and over, desperate for him to just pick up the phone.
She thought that no matter how much he hated her, he wouldn’t just let his own dd die.
She begged the prison guards to let her make the call. And when she finally did, again and again, it was always the secretary who picked up. Not even Gavin. The answer was always the same. “Mr. Horton is unavailable.”
But for Lucas‘ sake, she kept begging, crying, pleading with the secretary to just get him to take her call. What she got in return was, “Ms. Swanson, please stop calling. Mr. Horton is with Ms. Gagh and doesn’t have time for you. He also has no interest in ever speaking to you again.”
And right after that call ended, Lucas stopped breathing. In the middle of that freezing winter night, the child died in her arms.
It was too am. He had time to be with Galina, but not a single minute to hear her volor.
It was in that moment that she finally realized just how cruel the man she had loved for over a decade truly was. And as the warmth drained from the small body in her amms, her beart turned to ice. Completely frozen.
Her heart died that night, and with it, any love she had left for him was gone too.
Seeing her devastated self, Trevor suddenly remembered something Gavin had said. That she had called him many times from prison, but he’d never answered. Was she asking about that now?
Olive thought too highly of herself,
“olive, why the hell would I answer your calls, huh?” His voor stayed cold, but there was an odd hint of satisfaction in it as well.
Since reuniting with her, he’d rarely seen her tall apart like this. Watching her break down like this should have been gratifying. But that flash of satisfaction vanished, quickly replaced by an unbearable sense of iccitation.
“Of course, you had no reason to answer a murderer’s phone call,”
She whispered the words to herself, dosing her eyes. Her body trembled, as if she were freezing, shaking so hard it was as if her soul had shattered and vanished. Something about her didn’t seem right. He frowned slightly and asked coldly, “olive, what’s wrong with you?”
As he saw her shading violently, something flickered in his dark eyes. There was a trace of emotion, hesitation, and even concern. He didn’t even realize it himself.
He slowly reached out a hand, wanting to touch her head, like he used to when they were young, but before he could, she flinched and backed away in terror.
