Chapter 4 Olivia was pregnant

Mario seemed to have got used to everything. He chewed gracefully while watching us like an outsider.

Looking down, I couldn't help but frown. It was Freddy's funeral today. If Dennis went away with Olivia, the people of the George Residence would...

I lost all my appetite and hardly ate any. Seeing that Dennis had finished eating and went upstairs to get changed, I put down the spoon and followed him.

In the bedroom, Dennis knew I was behind him and asked with an air of nonchalance, "What is it?"

He took off the shirt with icy calm as he spoke, revealing his muscular upper body, while I turned around instinctively and reminded him, "It's Freddy's funeral today."

I could hear he was unzipping his pants, and then came his cold voice, "You can handle it on your own."

I knit my brows. "Freddy is your grandfather." Dennis was the eldest of his generation. If he didn't attend his grandfather's funeral, what would the rest of the Georges think?

"I asked Toby to deal with everything about the funeral. As for the details, you can figure them out with him," Dennis said emotionlessly as if he was briefing me on some insignificant work.

As he walked towards the study, I raised my voice and asked sadly, "Dennis George, apart from Olivia, is everyone else inessential to you? Don't you care about your family?"

He paused and looked back at me, his dark eyes narrowing with an air of indifference. "It's not up to you to step in the Georges'

affairs."

After a few seconds, his thin lips curled into a smirk and he scoffed, "You don't deserve it!"

These words sent chills down my spine, as if he was throwing a wet blanket on me. I heard him walking away and let out a wry smile.

I didn't deserve it! Wow.

It took me two years but I still failed to soften his stony heart.

"I thought you were simply brazen, but it turns out you're nosy too," a female voice taunted. I looked back and saw Olivia, somehow, leaning against the door with her arms crossed. Innocence could no longer be seen on her face, but a sinister smile.

"I'm amazed by your rapid mood change, Miss Pearson." I shot a faint glance at Olivia, picked up my purse and left for the George Residence. Dennis wouldn't go, but I had to go.

However, the moment I reached the door, Olivia blocked my way. Now that Dennis was not around, she showed her true color and scowled at me. "When will you file for divorce?"

I was astonished to hear that, but chuckled at the same time and stared at her. "Are you forcing me to get a divorce as the other woman, Miss Pearson?"

"You're the other woman!" It seemed that Olivia didn't like being called "the other woman" and her face darkened suddenly.

"Clara Kennedy, if it weren't for you, I would have been the hostess of this house! Since Freddy's dead, no one can keep your place in this household anymore. Were I you, I would sign on the divorce settlement immediately and fuck off with Dennis' money as soon as possible."

"What a shame, Miss Pearson, but you can never be me!" I scoffed. Ignoring her arrogance, I walked around Olivia and went downstairs. No one in this world could ever hurt me, except for Dennis.

Of course, Olivia, the spoiled girl, felt offended since I ignored her, so she grabbed me and snapped, "Clara, do you have even a little self-respect left? Dennis doesn't like you at all. What do you latch onto him for?"

I got amused by Olivia's question and looked back, replying in a calm voice, "Since you know he doesn't like me, why are you so worried?"

"You..." Olivia's face turned red in annoyance and she was lost for words for a moment.

I leaned over to her, gave a sneer and lowered my voice. "As for what I latch onto him for..." My tone became gentle again at this point and I breathed, "He's good in bed. What else could it be?"

"You're shameless, Clara!" Olivia flared up and shoved me away without hesitation. Since I was standing at the head of the stairs, I flinched away by instinct and dodged her hands. However, it didn't occur to me that Olivia lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs.

"Argh..." Her shrill scream split the air in the living room, while I was totally stunned. Before I could react, a gust of cold wind pushed me aside, and the next second, I saw Dennis rushing downstairs to check on Olivia, who was lying on the floor.

Her face pale, Olivia huddled herself up and covered her underbelly with her hands, whispering, "Baby... My baby."

A pool of blood was spreading beneath Olivia's body, staining the carpet red. I was dumbfounded. She was... Pregnant?

With Dennis' baby?

"Dennis... Baby... The baby..." Olivia pulled at Dennis' sleeve and repeated the word "baby".

Sweat was oozing from Dennis' forehead, his face clouding over.

"Don't worry. The baby will be fine." Dennis tried to calm Olivier down and scooped her up, striding toward the door.

Suddenly, Dennis stopped in a sulk and growled, his eyes glinting with anger, "Clara, look what you've done."

I could detect the indifference, hatred and rage in his voice. I froze, not knowing what to do .

"Maybe you could catch up and explain it to him?" A deep voice came from behind me. I looked up and saw Mario, wondering when he had come upstairs.

I settled down and asked calmly, "Explain what?"

Mario raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you afraid that he'd think you were the one pushing Olivia downstairs?"

I dropped my eyes and replied bitterly, "It doesn't matter if I was the one pushing her. All that matters is that someone has to take the responsibility at last since his Olivia gets hurt now."

"I didn't expect you'd be so self-possessed about it!" Mario went downstairs and left the house with his medical box. Presumably, he followed them to check on Olivia