As they navigated the labyrinthine streets, each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness. Kelvin gritted his teeth against the pain of his injury, leaning heavily on Olivia for support as they followed Chief Rodriguez and Ramirez through the shadows.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the safe house—a nondescript building tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. With cautious movements, Chief Rodriguez led the way inside, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger as they entered the dimly lit interior."We need to patch you up," Olivia said, her voice gentle as she guided Kelvin to a nearby chair.With practiced efficiency, she began to tend to his wound, her hands steady despite the urgency of their situation. Kelvin winced as she cleaned the injury, the pain momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her touch.Meanwhile, Chief Rodriguez and Ramirez set to work fortifying the safe house, their eyes constantly scanning the windows and doors for
As George Roland heard about all the events unfolding surrounding Olivia and Detective Kelvin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. For years, he had harbored a deep-seated belief that Olivia was somehow involved in his father's death, despite lacking concrete evidence. Now, seeing her embroiled in a web of danger and intrigue, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of vindication."Looks like karma finally caught up with you, Olivia," George muttered to himself, a dark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You thought you could get away with it, but now you're paying the price."His satisfaction only grew as he heard about Detective Kelvin's involvement in the investigation. In George's mind, Kelvin was just as guilty as Olivia, complicit in the crime that had robbed him of his father. The thought of them both facing the consequences of their actions filled him with a perverse sense of joy."They deserve everything that's coming to them," George thought, a malicious gleam
On a dark and stormy night, with rain pouring down like a waterfall and occasional thunder rumbling in the distance, it was already past midnight and the villa district on the west mountain was mostly dark. However, the car lights at the end of the street in the George family villa were still glaring, piercing through the rain curtain.“I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill anyone,” a woman dressed only in a light-coloured long dress knelt in the yard of the Smith family, her cloth soaked through and clinging tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.Olivia Smith looked at the man sitting at the door, fiercely biting her lips, tears mixed with raining water streaming down her white cheeks.Why wouldn’t he believe her? No matter how she explained he just won’t believe her. Her body was already shivering from the cold, but she kept repeating this sentence to the man sitting at the door. George Roland got up from his chair with a cold face and slowly stepped into the rain. His meticul
Olivia thought George Roland just wanted to send her away and didn’t want to see her again. But what she didn’t expect was that George Roland sent her to a mental hospital. How ridiculous it was that such a clear-minded person like her was sent to a mental hospital. The room was filled with a foul smell. She huddled in the corner with two other women, one around seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other looked like she was in her thirties or forties. The teenage girl held a tattered doll quietly by the window, muttering something. The other middle-aged woman with messy hair sat motionless on the bed, staring at Olivia. Her piercing gaze made Olivia feel numb. Olivia watched the woman nervously, afraid that she might do something harmful to her. The woman waved her hand and smiled kindly, little girl, come over here. Olivia Smith hesitated but moved closer to the woman because she was afraid of getting her angry. When the woman called her again, her tone was different, even impa
Are you sure you can handle this job? The interviewer looked sceptically at the thin woman in front of him. He didn’t think she had the ability to do this job, as it required physical labour, lifting and moving goods in the warehouse and also helping with the cleaning.The woman spoke softly. I can do it, sir. Please believe me.Her eyes were pleading, she really wanted this job.Free room and board were the best jobs she could find now. As she was now, she didn’t have the right to be picky about her work. She was no longer the proud and capable woman who could stand out in the company. There was no bright light or crowds around her now. She was just like a stray dog with nowhere to go.She was Olivia Smith, who had been wandering the street for several days, sleeping on the streets and on park benches, sometimes going hungry for days. If she didn’t find a job soon, she feared she wouldn’t be able to survive much longer. Seeing Olivia's eyes, the manager couldn’t help but feel a litt
She was no longer the previous Olivia, nor did she have the ability to save others. Besides, everyone here was a big shot, and she couldn’t afford to offend them. She just wanted to protect herself.Ethan saw this scene and coldly laughed, grabbing Ella’s hand. Miss Ella is too naïve. Does a floor cleaner dare to stand up to save you? Now I can make her do anything without resistance!Floor cleaner, am I right?Olivia nodded. Yes, you’re right. She lowered her head, the fire burning on her.Olivia gritted her teeth and her body shook, the mop in her hand fell to the ground making a clattering sound. Her body accidentally fell towards Ethan as she lost her balance.The moment she leaned on Ethan his bloated body recoiled as if he had touched something unclean. He pushed Olivia and let go of Ella's hand.Olivia's frail body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Her head was hit hard, causing her to see stars. Her hand was scraped and blood oozed from the wound.What do yo
Stay hereThe familiar voice of the man sounded, and Olivia felt like she was facing a great enemy. Her legs were like leads, unable to move.To her, this voice was the voice of a demon. She used to love him so much, but now she hated and feared him just as much.She slightly hunched her waist, her face covered by hair, unable to see her expression, and turned her back to George Roland.Is there anything else, Mr. George?Miss Ella said you saved her.No, it was just a coincidence, Olivia shook her head in a panic. She just wanted to escape as soon as possible, or it would be over if George Roland recognized her.Turn around and look at me, I can satisfy anything you want, as a way of thanking you for helping Ella. Roland felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, except for being a little hoarse. I said it was just a coincidence, Mr Roland, I’ll leave now. Olivia was anxious to leave, and after speaking she limped away.As she passed by Roland he suddenly reached out and stopped her.
" It's you, you escaped. Olivia Smith" George Roland said, as he stood up from his chair with an angry countenance looking directly into the eyes of Olivia and adjusted the hair that covered her face. " How did you escape? You have spent just three years there, you were meant to remain in the mental hospital until I ordered for your release!" "I…. I…I'm sorry sir" Olivia stammered in fear of George Roland."Sorry!? Really? Do you think you can run away from me? In this city, no matter where you run to, I will find you." George Roland said and then he laughed, a cynical laugh. Olivia Smith was trembling when she remembered her experience in the mental hospital, the traumas, hardships and pains she went through. She thought she was free when she got out of the hospital not knowing she would fall into the hands of George Roland again. Olivia quickly went down on her knees to beg George. " Please…. have mercy on me…I.... I…don't want to go…. to any mental hospital, pity me, George."