Sylvia had also spotted Odell’s car just outside the gate. Usually, Sylvia would have gotten angry at the baseless accusation. She might have even done something to prove her innocence. However, at the moment, not only did she seem calm on the outside, she was calm on the inside as well. She could not even be bothered to continue watching Tara’s act. Instead, Sylvia put the crown and Rubik’s cube behind her before she put the rest of her things away. She then planned to go back into the house. At this moment, Odell was already walking quickly towards them. He immediately noticed Tara’s bleeding hand. With furrowed eyebrows, he asked Tara, “What happened to your hand?” Tara choked back a sob, as if she was unwilling to speak, but her eyes shot over to Sylvia. Odell looked askance at Sylvia. “Sylvia, stop right there!” Sylvia did not feel like giving him any attention nor did she want to explain herself. She threw the carving knife that was stained with Tara’s blood o
Odell glowered at Sylvia before he ordered the bodyguard, “Watch her and do not let her into the house.” The bodyguard immediately tailed after Sylvia. Odell rushed to Tara and watched as Dr. Forger dressed her wound. The doctor was quick and efficient. He disinfected the wound, stopped the blood, and dressed it up. Once he was done, Tara’s hand was wrapped up in a clean bandage. The doctor then instructed, “Ms. Avery, you must rest more. Before the wound scabs, you mustn't let it touch water.” Tara obediently answered, “Understood. Thank you, Dr. Forger.” “It’s my pleasure.” The doctor bid goodbye to Odell before leaving. Tara gazed at Odell. “Odell, I’m fine. Please stop worrying.” Odell hummed a reply before looking toward Sylvia. Tara did the same. However, all they saw was Sylvia leaning back against her wheelchair with her eyes closed. It seemed as if she had fallen asleep. Odell and Tara were at a loss of words. The atmosphere was dreadfully awkward
Sylvia immediately turned her face away to avoid his touch and his stare. Odell patted her on the cheek again before he growled, “If you ignore me again when I’m talking to you, I’ll sew your mouth shut.” Sylvia pursed her lips. Odell’s voice was cold as he asked, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia resisted the urge to bite him and replied, “Loud and clear.” Only then did Odell push himself off the bed. Suddenly, as if a thought had just occurred to him, he said, “I’ll turn a blind eye to you hurting Tara today, but you won’t get off so easily if it happens again.” With that said, Odell strode away. Sylvia slowly got up from the bed. Using crutches to support her, she made her way to the bathroom and started to wash her face. Sylvia washed her face several times and brushed her teeth twice before returning to the bedroom. A moment later, Violet walked in with her wheelchair. Noticing that Sylvia was sitting alone by the window in a daze, Violet asked softly, “Mrs. Carter
Looking at Tara’s sour expression, Sylvia added, “Tara Avery, you’ve done so many things yet Odell still refuses to divorce me. Even if you’re not upset, I’m upset for you.” The fake smile on Tara’s face disappeared instantly. She glared venomously at Sylvia and spat, “Odell’s just thinks of you as entertainment. Once he grows bored of you, he’ll definitely divorce you and make your life a living hell!” “You’re right.” Sylvia laughed lightly. “But he’s unwilling to divorce me now, so he won’t be with you officially.” “You… You b*tch!” Tara was trembling with rage. She wanted nothing more than to beat Sylvia up, but there were bodyguards everywhere so she could only resist her violent urges. Sylvia chuckled. “Tara, if you’re really that capable, you’d better convince Odell to divorce me soon. Otherwise,” Sylvia paused, a cold smile on her face, before continuing, “as long as I’m alive, as long as I can breathe, I’ll repay what you did to me tenfold.” Sylvia’s tone was gentle
Sylvia followed Odell into the dining room. The dining table had already been laid out with a sumptuous meal.Odell did not sit down immediately. Instead, he walked over to Sylvia as if to help her sit on the dining chair.At this, Sylvia quickly pulled herself up by her right leg. She did not want his help, much less have him touch her. However, in the next moment, a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist. Odell immediately carried her onto the chair at the table. Sylvia furrowed her eyebrows before lowering her head to eat. Odell sat directly opposite her. As usual, he picked up his utensils and started eating slowly and gracefully. Before he was even half done with his food, Sylvia had already set down her utensils. She then pulled her wheelchair to her side. Using her right leg as support, she shifted herself back onto the wheelchair. Sylvia then pushed herself back to the bedroom. She did everything without saying a word or sparing so much as a glance a
Odell glanced at her before picking up his cutlery to eat. Sylvia started eating as well, taking big bites as she went along. While she was not exactly crude, she was not exactly eating elegantly either. Sylvia quickly finished her food. She then set down her spoon and turned around to begin moving back into her wheelchair. Odell furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You’re done eating?” “Yes.” He pursed his lips at her short reply. Sylvia then wheeled herself back into her bedroom. Odell instantly lost all his appetite so he stood up and went to Madam Carter’s room. He sat down on the chair by her bed and looked at Madam Carter. Then, he asked Violet, “What has she been doing recently?” Odell was obviously referring to Sylvia. Violet replied, “Mrs. Carter has been making wood carvings recently.” “Nothing else?” Violet answered, “Besides making wood carvings, Mrs. Carter only eats and sleeps.” Odell’s eyebrows knit tightly together. After spending a bit more time
At Sylvia’s emotionless reaction, Odell grew even angrier. He tried his best to suppress his rage and asked coldly, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia replied, “Loud and clear.” Her answer was instantaneous but there was still no emotion on her face. Odell's expression grew dark and he felt as if the raging fire in his body could burn the whole house down. He asked, “Sylvia Ross, have I not been kind to you?” Sylvia did not answer nor did she show any emotion. Odell released her chin and turned around to flip her desk to the floor. Crash! Everything on the desk, from her wood blocks and carving tools to the finished carvings, fell to the floor. The two new carvings she had made for Isabel and Liam were also completely crushed by the table. Sylvia was shocked and began bending forward to pick up her things. Just as she did so, Odell’s hand gripped her shoulder. His hand pressed down into her shoulder, not at all wanting to give her the chance to pick up her things. She
Odell ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket. Then, he looked at Sylvia. At this moment, Sylvia was on the floor picking up her wood carvings. The desk was still flipped over so Sylvia tried to lift it up with one hand while she tried to grab the wooden crown with the other. However, as the desk was heavy, she could not hold it up for long. It crashed back down and landed on her hand with a thud. Sylvia flinched in pain and quickly pulled her hand away. Odell rushed to kneel by her side and moved to take her injured hand so that he could have a look. As soon as he touched Sylvia, she withdrew her hand away from him. Odell furrowed his eyebrows. “Let me see your hand.” “I don’t need you to care,” Sylvia spat before continuing to pick her things up from the floor. There was a red mark running across the back of her hand from the impact. However, it seemed normal so it was probably nothing to worry about. Odell took one last look at Sylvia before stand