Forsaken Daughter 466
Posted on April 13, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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Chapter 466

Stephanie was genuinely sleep-drunk. Without waiting for Ella to say anything more, she hung up the phone. With Sebastian around these days, her sleep quality had been exceptionally good. She turned over, hugged his lean waist, and nestled closer. Sebastian was slightly awakened by the movement. Recognizing the familiar scent, he instinctively pulled Stephanie closer and closed his eyes contentedly once more. That sense of fulfillment, of having one's desires finally met, was something only those hopelessly in love could truly understand.

โ€œSebastianโ€ฆโ€ Stephanie murmured sleepily.

Sebastian pulled her even closer and softly coaxed, โ€œCome on, go back to sleep.โ€

At the Ashford residence, Olivia had been unceremoniously thrown out. The humiliation weighed heavily on her heart. This experience had made her realize, once and for all, that there was absolutely no possibility between her and Chris. The maid helped her sit back in her wheelchair. โ€œMs. Hart, letโ€™s go home.โ€ The maid was clearly annoyed at having to deal with Olivia in the middle of the night, especially after seeing Grace. The servantsโ€™ wages for the month hadnโ€™t been paid due to the recent troubles of the Hart family. This had made the maid less willing to accompany Olivia on such a futile errand.

Olivia, already upset from the humiliation, found an outlet for her rage. โ€œGo back? Go back yourself if you want. Iโ€™m not leaving until I see Chris,โ€ she insisted, even after being thrown out. The maidโ€™s face darkened at Oliviaโ€™s outburst. โ€œFine, Iโ€™ll go back,โ€ she retorted, unwilling to stay in the cold any longer. Oliviaโ€™s expression froze in disbelief. โ€œWhat did you say?โ€ she demanded, unable to believe that even a maid would dare speak to her this way.

The maid replied firmly, โ€œMs. Hart, please understand that itโ€™s a different era now. I am a maid, but I work for wages, not as a slave to the Hart family. You canโ€™t expect free service without pay.โ€ Oliviaโ€™s breathing grew more and more labored as she listened.

When Chris arrived, he saw Olivia grabbing the maid. From inside the car, he couldnโ€™t hear their conversation, but their expressions indicated some sort of argument. Kevinโ€™s face went ashen upon seeing Olivia there. He instinctively wanted to speed up and get Chris away from her, as he didnโ€™t want Chris and Olivia to get entangled again. Lately, Kevinโ€™s life had been difficult; every time Chris met with Olivia, he was the one who got scolded.

However, as they passed Olivia, Chris spoke up coldly, โ€œStop the car.โ€

Kevin said, โ€œMrs. Ashford doesnโ€™t want you to continue involving yourself with Ms. Hart.โ€

โ€œStop the car,โ€ Chris repeated, his tone calm but firm. Kevin dared not argue further and stopped the car beside Olivia. Olivia was still arguing with the maid, who had had enough and was even willing to leave without her wages. Olivia, on the other hand, was insisting that the servant take her home first. The moment the car stopped, Olivia saw that it was Chrisโ€™s vehicle and instinctively withdrew her hand.

Just moments ago, she had been hysterically arguing with the maid. Now, with the car window half-lowered and Chrisโ€™s face visible inside, she immediately put on a pitiful expression.

โ€œChris,โ€ she called out.

Chris glanced at her coldly. โ€œHere to see me?โ€ he asked.

โ€œYes,โ€ Olivia nodded, her eyes welling up with a sense of grievance. She thought, โ€˜Where had Chris been at this hour? It seems he had been enjoying himself without me. Men usually come home late for a reason, and the smell of alcohol wafting from the car definitely isnโ€™t from Kevin.โ€™ Olivia sniffed back her tears, feeling wronged. โ€œWhere have you been so late? Why are you just getting back now?โ€

Chrisโ€™s response was curt and businesslike. โ€œLetโ€™s talk about the real issue,โ€ he said, his tone icy, which only made Olivia feel more suffocated. His formal manner was unmistakable; he was clearly impatient with her. She couldnโ€™t even ask where he had been without being met with such coldness. Despite the anger building up inside her, Olivia forced herself to swallow it and asked, her lips trembling, โ€œYouโ€™ve seen what happened with my mom, right?โ€


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