Chapter 18 Promise Me You’ll Go on Living
Ms. Swanson didn’t have any family
dawin didn’t dare withhold anything, sweating profusely, he continued, “The child was delivered successfully, but because M left, she could only send the baby out of prison and entrist it to a climate of hers
“That woman’s aunt helped raise the child for four years. Then, the moment Ms. Swanson was released from prison, she went to get her child straight away and left
Torsville.”
Trevor scoffed coldly, his eyes as dark as the night “So, that child is mine?
“It should be. But to play it safe, it’d be best to do a paremity test to confiem,” Gavin erplied.
Trevor didn’t say anything else, instead, he stood and walked over to the floor–to–ceiling windows, gazing out into the night. After a moment of silence, he turned back around, his eyes deep and unreadable,
“Gavin, prepare to head to Stratusville tomorrow and being the child back list.”
This stunned cavin for a moment before he answered respectfully, “Yes, sid”
Connor continued to watch from the side, but he found it harder and harder to just stand idly by. Even if Trevor wanted to take the child back, he should at least Inform Olive fust. Begardless of everything, she was still the child’s mother, after all.
*Trevor, even if you want to bring the child here, shouldn’t you say something to olive first? After all, she is the mother
Trevorremained rooted in his spot, his cold expression reflected in the floor–to–ceiling windows.
“No need.”
olive felt like she was stuck in a very, very long dream. In her dream, she was still the darling eldest daughter of the Swansons.
She sat barefoot in a white dress among the branches of the oak tree at her house.
From afar, she caught sight of a young lad in a white shirt. His almond–shaped eyes were as dark as the night, and when he smiled, it was brighter than the sum She looked at the young lad and announced proudly, “I’m Olive Swanson, the eldest daughter of the Swansons. Who are you?”
The young lad merely walked up to the tree and answered coolly, Trevor Horjon.”
From then on, throughout her youth, everything she did was for that young lad in white.
Later, he told her, “olive, walt for me. Once I take control of the Horton family, I’ll come and take you to be my wite!”
However, her dream suddenly changed, and blood–red scenes and faces twisted in condescension filled her mind. Only Annie had been kind to her, but that wonderful person had died in that darkplace, protecting her.
She had only been 23 years old them and in the prime of her life. Yet, she had died just like that.
Olive had evecowed anyone anything in her life, not until Annie Plinkton.
Even now, she could clearly see Amie covered in blood while standing protectively in front of her, protecting her like a mother hen. Annde fought until her last bath before collapsing into Olive’s an
Smiting, she said, “Olive, my life hasn’t been worth much. But I’m glad to have met you and protected you momentar
Olive could never forget the look in Annie’s clear eyes as she gazed up at the brilliant blue sky outside.
“Olive, promise me you’ll go on living no matter how hard life gets.”
The memories were still as agonizing as before, and they pained olive so much that she curled in on herself, her tears soaking the entire pillow without her even Dealizing it
When Sylvie saw her trembling violently on the hospital bed, she assumed it was because she was in severe pain.
Hurrying forward, she called out to her, “Olive/alive!”
Heating her name, Olive managed to snap out of her painful dream with a jolt. She glanced around and took in her soundings in contusion before realizing that thelud been brought to the hospital.
She turned and looked at the person sitting next to her. “Sphele..”
“You bet! Are you trying to state me to death?
