Chapter 493: Chapter 493
In the villa’s living room, Nathan Moore stood in front of the sofa, watching Ariana Evans bandage Olivia Zane’s hand, his handsome face dark and brooding.
Titus Zane stood on the other side, head down, plush lips pressed together tightly, his thick curled lashes hiding the emotion in the depths of his eyes.
She thought Nathan would at least listen to her explanation, but when she saw Olivia kneeling on the ground, clutching the back of her hand, crying and saying, "Nathan, don’t scold sister, it’s not her fault, I’m the one to blame, I wasn’t careful, it wasn’t intentional on her part..."
At that moment, Titus didn’t even know what had happened.
All she heard was the sound of breaking crockery and Olivia’s cry at the same time; by the time Titus turned and reached Olivia, Nathan had already appeared at the kitchen doorway.
Looking at him, his handsome face was terribly somber.
"Titus, I never imagined that after so many years, you could still be so malicious..."
Seeing Nathan carrying Olivia out of the kitchen, the feeling in Titus’s heart was truly indescribable.
Her chest felt as if stuffed with cotton, oppressively suffocating, leaving her breathless, and as though she had fallen from the clouds to the ground abruptly, the shock of it left her standing in the kitchen, unresponsive for a long time.
She didn’t know who had called her mother; by the time she came out of the kitchen, her mother Ariana Evans was already bandaging Olivia’s wounds.
Olivia was seriously injured, the entire back of her left hand was skinless, swollen and red, a sight that was shockingly alarming.
No wonder Nathan was distressed.
Titus’s hands, hanging by her sides, were already curled up tightly. She took a deep breath and couldn’t help but mock her own naivety, taking people’s words for truth.
Now, thinking it over, Nathan and her sister Olivia’s ten years of relationship weren’t something that would change overnight.
It was all her own naivety.
Her sister Olivia was not able to have sexual relations—maybe Nathan’s sweet nothings were just an attempt to seduce her into bed.
After all, every time, he was eager and restless.
Ever since Olivia burnt the back of her hand, Nathan had been brooding, not even glancing her way once.
A twinge of pain in her chest, sharp and pulsating, Titus kept her eyes downcast and only when Ariana Evans finished bandaging Olivia’s wounds and was about to leave, did Titus speak up.
"Mom, I’ll hitch a ride with you to the downtown area."
There were many hotels in the downtown area; booking any of them would be better than enduring this suffocating chill.
"This..." Ariana Evans got up slowly, her face showing hesitation, glancing at Nathan and then at Olivia. Seeing that neither of them spoke up, her expression also turned displeased.
"Titus, come stay at home with mom."
Titus sneaked a glance at Nathan, who had already sat down on the sofa, pulling Olivia into his arms and holding her hand, gently blowing on it.
Pressing her lips together, Titus quickly ascended the stairs. Read complete version only at NoveI★Fire.net
By the time she came down carrying her suitcase, Nathan was still holding Olivia seated on the sofa, Olivia’s face against Nathan’s chest, Nathan’s chin rested on the top of her head. The two did not exchange a word, yet the cozy scene painfully pricked Titus’s eyes.
Pulling her suitcase, she hurried towards the front door, "Mom, let’s go."
Ariana Evans stood up, looked at the two nestled together on the sofa, picked up the medicine chest, "Olivia, Nathan, I’m taking Titus and heading back first."
Olivia lifted her head from Nathan’s chest, her swollen eyes looking pitiful.
"I know." Ariana Evans had walked only a few steps before stopping, turning back to look, "Nathan, Titus didn’t do it on purpose, don’t be too upset, they’re sisters, how could she intentionally harm Olivia."
Nathan looked up, his icy gaze briefly swept over Titus’s retreating figure, and he said coldly, "I only trust what I see."