Chapter 495: Now, I Don’t Love You Anymore

Olive’s face was pale. She felt her shoulder about to break, but remained silent. Before arriving, fearing her pregnancy would be discovered, she’d manipulated the test results. Despite his consultations with countless doctors, the findings remained unchanged.

Elvis released Olive and kicked a chair, splintering it. Gasping for breath, he smashed the vases and lamps, sending documents flying. The room erupted in chaos; the doctor and nurses huddled in a corner, terrified. Even Peterson, who had witnessed his young master's self-control for years, was shocked by this outburst. It was always in Olive’s presence that this usually impeccable restraint shattered.

Elvis ceased his destruction, having smashed everything within reach. He stood before the French window, frantically tearing at his shirt, ripping the top two buttons and revealing his collarbone. His hostility was palpable; a chilling aura emanated from him.

Olive felt a pang of worry. Although she’d treated his insomnia in Los Angeles, his paranoia might be returning. His volatile behavior mirrored his earlier illness, raising concerns about a relapse. This time, she feared, it would be far more severe. “Elvis…” she called, stepping forward.

He cut her off, pulling her roughly into his lap. “Olive, you fooled me. The more beautiful a woman is, the more easily deceived she becomes! In the restricted area, you swore you wouldn't leave me if I didn't sleep with Crystal. Now, how long have you been with Derrick? How eagerly did you sleep with him?”

“Olive, you know I hate betrayal, yet you betrayed me! How could you be pregnant with another man's child?” He shouted, “I was so good to you, and you scorn me! You trample my sincerity! I’m so f***ing stupid!” He shook his head. “No, I will never spoil you again. Before, I spoiled you because I wanted to; now you will obey me!”

“What do you want?” Olive asked.

“What do you think?” His lips curled into a cruel, mocking smile. “Don’t push me, or I…” His black eyes fell upon her stomach. Olive saw the hatred in them, her pupils shrinking as she instinctively shielded her belly. “Elvis, what are you going to do?”

“Olive, you betrayed me. Derrick will die a horrible death. And you? First, you will rid yourself of that evil seed. I will imprison you, and you will serve me once you've cleansed yourself!”

Olive gasped, recoiling. “Elvis, you can’t do that! You can’t touch my baby!”

Elvis watched her protect Derrick’s child, a stark contrast to her casual disregard for his own. He'd never hated anyone like this before. He forced himself to look away, fearing he might kill her. He glared at the doctor. “What are you waiting for? Prepare the abortion pill!”

The doctor, sweating profusely, stammered, “Yes, sir.” He soon returned with a bowl of dark liquid. “Young master… the medicine is ready.”

Elvis’s lips thinned. “Let her drink it!”

The doctor approached Olive. Olive resisted, shaking her head vehemently. “I won’t take it! Elvis, you can’t do this!”

Elvis, sitting on the crimson sofa, stared at Olive. “Drink it!”

The doctor instructed the nurses to restrain Olive. He pinched her nose and forced the medicine down her throat.

“No! No!” Olive kicked him, sending the bowl flying. No one expected her strength. The doctor, embarrassed and frightened, admitted, “Young master, we can’t force Miss Hart. What should we do?”

“A bunch of trash!” Elvis roared, grabbing a new bowl of potion and striding toward Olive.

Olive broke free from the nurses and fled to the balcony. The cold night air whipped at her skirt as she faced Elvis. “Elvis, don’t come closer! I’ll jump!”

He paused, then advanced. “Olive, you always used yourself to manipulate me, but now you carry Derrick’s child. Do you find yourself disgusting? Before, you relied on my love. Now, I don’t love you anymore!”

Olive felt a searing pain. But, it was for the best. Even if she died, he wouldn't mourn.

“Fine, Elvis,” she said, her voice clear despite the tears. “Remember these words. The moment you show me even a flicker of affection, I will laugh at you.” She turned and leaped from the balcony. She jumped.