CHAPTER 3_Harper Henderson

That question made Olivia flinch. She wasn’t expecting that at all.

“Apologize right now, Harper,” Milton said, taking his seat next to Olivia.

“Why would I?” Harper snapped, folding her hands. “You invited us to dinner and I agreed to be here because I thought my sister-in-law was going to be here but all I see is your mistress. How long have you been cheating on your wife?”

Milton and Harper's relationship wasn’t good since they were kids but it grew even worse when he got married to Charlotte. It was like she was holding a grudge against him, one that she wasn’t ready to let go.

“Charlotte and I are divorced,” Milton announced. 

His father, who hadn’t been paying attention to him, froze halfway. Harper's eyes widened and his mother scowled at him.

“What do you mean?” Harper rose to her feet, slamming her hand against the table, loud enough to draw everyone in the restaurant's attention. “Why did you divorce Charlotte? Is this because of this bitch?” she pointed an accusation finger at Olivia. 

“Are you that stupid that you don’t realize when someone is tricking you?” Harper demanded. 

Milton frowned, his brows twitching as he tried to control his anger. “Be quiet Harper, you don’t get to speak to me like that.”

“Just because you are two years older than me doesn’t mean that you can control me. You are just a piece of shit! A dumb rat with the brain of a 3-year-old.” 

“Harper!” Milton yelled. 

“A three-year-old is more sensitive than you would ever be,” Harper said, grabbing her bag. “I am out of here, you can continue with your stupid life. I only cared about your life because of Charlotte anyway. Good riddance!”

Harper glared at Olivia before walking off the table, only to turn back and grab a glass of wine. “Take this as a welcome gift bitch.” She tossed the wine at Olivia but Milton was quick to block it with his coat. 

“Harper! Stop this right now.” Milton said, confused that his parents didn’t try to stop her like they always would whenever she was overreacting. “Olivia did nothing to you.”

“That’s the same way Charlotte did nothing to you but you bullied her anyway. So, I am not at fault here.”

Olivia was too stunned to speak, she was the one who should be bullying the weak not the other way around. She hasn't been attacked like she had been today.

“Milton, can we leave?” She tugged at his shirt, tears streaming down her face. “I am scared.”

A look of disgust appeared on Harper and Mrs. Henderson's faces. 

“No Olivia,” Milton said, glancing at her. “As long as I am here, no one would harm you. Harper is just overreacting. This is just the effect of being manipulated by Charlotte.” he wiped the tears off Olivia’s face.

“Disgusting!” Harper muttered, grabbing another glass of wine, she poured it all over her brother’s head, making Olivia stunned. “Since I am supposed to be overreacting, I guessed the evidence would work.” She chuckled, a mischievous smile curling up her lips.

Milton didn’t have the time to respond because a loud voice rang in the air. Coming from outside the restaurant.

“Happy birthday!” Several males chanted, their voices filled with so much warmth. “You are now as free as the bird.”

The others at the restaurant had turned their gazes away from the Henderson’s. Their gaze shifted to the thing that was happening outside.

‘Is that a Lamborghini?’ Someone asked. ‘Is that the birthday gift that was handed to the celebrant.’

‘How lucky.’

Hearing this, Olivia couldn’t help but feel jealous. She hadn’t gotten such a gift on her birthday. 

“Come to think of it,” Harper muttered. “Isn’t it supposed to be Charlotte’s birthday today?”

“They are coming in!” One of the ladies squealed. “How lucky can she get to have four handsome men by her side?”

At the mention of four men, Milton remembered what the butler had told him. Although, he had no idea if it was her, her birthday was today and she was picked up by four men.

It wouldn’t be a coincidence.

The lady came into view with a sweet smile plastered on her face. She had makeup on and was wearing the latest designer, Minton’s jaw dropped, he wouldn’t have recognized her if he hadn’t known her. 

However, seeing the men next to her, he suddenly had a burst of anger, his knuckles turning white when he clenched his hands.

“Charlotte!” Harper yelled, disappearing out of sight and appearing next to Charlotte. She pulled Charlotte into a tight hug. “I am so sorry Lottie.” she purred.

Olivia’s teeth gritted in anger as she watched the four men surrounding Charlotte. 

“Harper, you did nothing wrong,” Charlotte muttered, pulling away from the hug. “I know that you cared about me and I appreciate you for that.”

“Who is she?” Luther asked. 

“She is my hus–ex-husband’s sister,” Charlotte replied. 

Hearing that, Ralph came in between them, shoving Harper as far as he could away from Charlotte. “Sorry miss but no one from the Henderson family is allowed to get close to Charlotte.”

“Huh?” Harper muttered. “I would never hurt her! She is like my best friend or sister even.”

It was then that Milton recognized who they were. His fury worsened even more, Charlotte didn’t look like the woman who had pleaded with him for them not to get divorced. 

Luther placed his arm on Charlotte's waist to bring her close to himself in a way that Harper wouldn’t be able to touch her again.

“Charlotte Wilson!” 

Charlotte turned her gaze to where the voice had come from only to see Milton walking over to her. She stared at him from head to toe, the wine had stained his shirt and he looked like a walking mess.

Unlike before, she felt nothing as she stared at him.

“How may I help you, Mr. Henderson?” Charlotte demanded. “It’s not like we know each other that well for you to call me so informally. And for correction, I am not a Wilson, I was adopted, and you seem to know about it. So why call me that?”

Milton’s eyes widened, she hadn’t spoken to him like that before but he was too angry to care.

“Who are they?” Milton demanded, his voice cold and demanding. 

“Mr. Henderson, I see no reason for you to ask me such a question.” She muttered, her head hung high. “What is our relationship like to be asking me such a personal question?”

Milton's lips parted. “Because we are married.”

“You seem to have a poor memory, Mr. Henderson.” Charlotte sneered. “We are divorced,  aren’t we? And the reason for divorce is because your ex is back. Isn’t that right?”