Chapter 274 - Sort of Retribution (1/2)

”You've got to be kidding me,” Olivia exasperated. She looked over her shoulders and asked, ”Ollie? Are you aware of this blasphemy?”

Tipping his head so he could see what was inside or who was inside, Oliver saw for himself the disaster wrapped in Atelier Balmain sitting beside his father's desk.

”What the heck is going on?” Oliver whispered near Olivia's ear instead of going off as loud as Olivia did.

He was afraid that if he utter his shock, Henry would make sure to remind him never to disrespect him again, the same way he did years ago.

”Olivia, Oliver, it would be for everyone's interest if the door is closed for our discussion.” Henry c.o.c.ked an eyebrow towards the door.

Closing the door behind him, Oliver sat on the chair facing the floor to ceiling window.

Despite the amount of light filtering through the glass panes, the only color Olivia saw was red. She felt a stabbing pain in her c.h.e.s.t over the blatant betrayal of trust right in front of her.

”First of all, I would like you to meet Rona Co,” Henry introduced the lady beside him.

All the time Henry was speaking, Oliver trained his gaze on his father's tie so it would look as if he was paying attention to anything that the older Lin was saying.

”It's a good thing that Olivia and Rona knew each other already as mentor and mentee, so what I'm about to say next would be much easier for everyone in the room.”

Olivia's eyes flitted towards Rona's hand, and sure enough, she saw the engagement ring winking at her.

She closed her eyes, wanting to check if she was in the midst of a nightmare, so that she could wake up in the correct universe.

But Olivia knew that whatever's happening was real and she had to deal with it.

”Rona and I are getting married next week. It's a simple civil affair in the Lin Estate,” Henry announced, which the siblings welcomed with cold shoulders.

”So this is the reason why you filed a divorce from mom,” Olivia mused, folding her arms across her c.h.e.s.t.

”Livi,” Rona spoke with much familiarity, it felt as if ants crawled under Olivia's skin. ”Don't blame your dad. He just wanted our son to be born as a legitimate Lin.”

Oliver rubbed the back of his head. What he thought was his delusion, was finally sinking into his head. His eyes darted to Rona Co, then travelled down to her protruding belly.

By the looks of it, it seemed that she was still in her early stages of pregnancy. Her belly was faintly there but it's not as big as a watermelon yet.

Glancing away from the biggest joke of his life, he found solace in the air of anger rolling off on Olivia's skin.

”Are you sure it's yours, Mr. Lin? Have you done a DNA test just like what you did to mom when she was pregnant with me?”

”There's no need for that. Rona had been loyal to me for years.”