188: You Are In Luck, Olivia.

Olivia's POV

I was up early in bed. My body was still aching but I was much better than I was a few days ago. My nights didn't get any better though. Since Alvida told me about my parents and Jonas' hand in their death, my nightmares were plagued with his face and blood everywhere.

I would see my mother in a pool of blood and Jonas standing over her. The look of pride and satisfaction in his eyes was terrifying, and when he tried to clamour for me, I would scream and wake up.

I couldn't count the number of times André had come to the rescue with hugs and soft words. He would ask me what had happened, and I would simply tell him that it was a nightmare.

They scared me and continually fed my hate for Jonas. I would make him pay.

I got out of bed and walked to the window. I threw the curtains open, and the sunlight seeped in and warmed my skin.

Glorious.

The door creaked open, and Alvida came in with the breakfast tray. Sephora, André, and Pierre followed. I was slightly startled to see