When Love Becomes 127
Posted on February 26, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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Chapter 107: Mr. Augustine, You Silly Sweet

Monica photographed Mr. Henry and immediately forwarded the image to Pamela. Seconds later, Pamela called, brimming with excitement.

โ€œMom, is this the old man Olive married? He looks eighty! How did Olive marry such an old man?โ€ Pamela nearly erupted in laughter.

Monica watched Mr. Henry inside the mansion. โ€œPamela, that's Olive's โ€˜ghostโ€™ husband. He's old enough to be her grandfather! I'm sure Elvis Augustine will throw Olive out once he sees this.โ€

โ€œMom, you're amazing! You brought Olive back from the countryside and married her off to this old man in the Red Villa!โ€ Pamela showered Monica with praise.

Monica smiled with satisfaction. โ€œYes, Pamela. Mom paved the way for you. Let's wait and see!โ€

After hanging up, Monica turned to Patrick. โ€œPatrick, we must work hard for Pamela's happiness. Olive isn't your biological daughter, and she's not close to you. She and Elvis are together, and you gain nothing. The good thing is the Red Villa's 'ghost' husband has been exposed. How can Elvis tolerate this?โ€

If Elvis rejected Olive, his favored daughter, Pamela, would inherit his position.

Patrick felt elated. His happiness made Monica more appealing than ever.

โ€œMonica, do whatever you need. I fully support you,โ€ Patrick declared happilyโ€”his first words to her in days. Monica's face beamed with delight.

โ€œI know, Patrick,โ€ she replied cheerfully.

Olive was returning to the Red Villa when her phone beepedโ€”a message from North. โ€œOlive, who is this old man?โ€ North had forwarded a picture of Butler Henry.

Olive glanced at it and replied, โ€œHe's our butler, Uncle Henry.โ€

Northโ€™s message arrived again: โ€œIs he the ghost you married?โ€

What?

Olive knew something was wrong. She clicked on the newsfeed; the trending topics were all about her.

โ€œOlive married an old man?โ€ โ€œOliveโ€™s husband was perfectly hidden!โ€ โ€œWas Olive justified in cheating? After all, he couldn't satisfy her.โ€ โ€œMr. Augustine is pitiful. He never imagined he'd be cuckolded by an old man.โ€

Olive swallowed hard. She hadn't anticipated Mr. Henry being identified as her husband.

A flurry of notifications appeared. She was tagged in a post by Mrs. Samantha, fiercely criticizing Elvis.

โ€œWhat does Elvis Augustine want? Rich, handsome, charming, and stupid. Why did he harass my Olive and destroy our family? This is immoral!โ€

The post, only ten minutes old, already had thousands of comments and shares.

โ€œOMG! This family scandal is hilarious!โ€ โ€œPublic opinion is biased. Men cheat and are applauded; women cheat and are crucified. Our society needs improvement.โ€ โ€œAm I the only one who wants Olive to write a book? โ€˜How to Raise a Terrible Childโ€™?โ€

Olive scrolled through the comments. Her followers had exploded from eighteen to twenty-three million, surpassing Pamela.

North messaged again: โ€œOlive, you're a celebrity! One post diverted the anger to Mr. Augustine. But is this good? I think Mr. Augustine spoils you too much.โ€

She hadnโ€™t made the post, but worried about Elvis's reaction.

Back at the Red Villa, Olive gratefully grabbed Mrs. Samantha's hands. โ€œGrandma, you're amazing!โ€

Mrs. Samantha patted Olive's hand. โ€œOlive, your father and stepmother were here. I deliberately let Uncle Henry introduce himself as your husband. The stage is set. How you sing is up to you.โ€

Olive was confused. โ€œGrandma, what do you mean?โ€

The old lady just nodded. The hall door opened; Elvis had returned. Olive remembered the post about him. She couldn't face him.

Elvis changed shoes and entered the living room. His sharp eyes glanced at Olive and Mrs. Samantha, then landed on Mr. Henry. He sighed, unhappy.

Mr. Henry felt on pins and needles. Elvis took off his coat, handing it to a maid, then sat. He licked his lips and said, โ€œUncle Henry.โ€

Mr. Henryโ€™s eyelashes trembled; his heart pounded. He looked at Mrs. Samantha.

โ€œUncle Henry,โ€ Elvis continued, โ€œI remember a lemon tree in the back garden. The lemons are your reward. Eat them all tonight.โ€


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