Injured

Seeing how adamant Olivia was and the truth about her words, he decided to give in.

“I am not sure if I will be able to meet your expectations, but I will do my best,” Dante said calmly, a guilty look on his face.

“Uncle, is that a yes?” She asked sweetly.

“Of course, Olivia,” he replied with a faint smile.

He couldn't believe Olivia hadn't changed. She still acts this way to get whatever she wants.

Just when she was about to leave, she remembered she hadn't seen Layla. “Uncle, where is Layla? Has she not come back home?” She inquired worriedly.

Before Dante could reply, Layla walked up to them, holding a container.

“I am at home. I just decided to give you and your uncle some moments,” she said with a pale look on her face.

“Layla, you have to change. Choose a path that you will be proud of, and not try to steal from others. I am not saying this because we are related, but because your father is a good man,” Olivia replied calmly, trying not to show her resentment towards Lay