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Chapter 317
The meal was exceptionally quiet and peaceful, which made Olivia feel like she was dreaming.
After dinner, lan went back upstairs.
Olivia frowned when she saw him closing the door.
She did not get the chance to talk to him.
John stole a glance at her and started to clear the dishes. “I’ll clean up.”
Olivia was slightly shocked but she did not object to it. She went upstairs.
She knocked on the door. “lan, can I come in?”
“Wait a minute.”
A few minutes later, he opened the door. “What is it?”
Olivia looked inside and chuckled. “Can I come in and have a seat?”
He hesitated for a bit but finally nodded.
After entering, she looked around. Her brother’s room used to be decorated in a cartoon style, but now, it
was very simple and sleek with only black, white, and gray tones.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What do you want to talk about? Are you trying to frame Dolly again?”
Olivia felt a piercing pain in her heart, and she frowned as she spoke. “lan, I know you’ve gotten very
close to Dorothy over these two years, so I won’t blame you for not being able to judge things properly.
But why do you hate me? We’re biological siblings, and I would never wrong our parents.”
lan was slightly irritated. He sat on the chair and stared at her coldly. “If you didn’t have an affair, the
Larson family would not have gone bankrupt and our father
wouldn’t have died. You destroyed our family.”
‘An affair…’
Olivia sighed. Everyone was convinced that she was the one who had an affair.
How pathetic.
Honestly, she was impressed by Dorothy getting everyone to believe her.
“Dorothy is John’s mistress. Do you know that?”
lan kept quiet and turned to the other side, not daring to look at her.
This made her upset, but her rationality told her that lan was still a child, so she should not blame him.
She then passed her phone to him. “Give me your number.”
“No.”
“I don’t have any other intentions. I’m just worried that you might not be eating properly, so I want to
come over to cook for you when I’m free.”
Hearing this, lan was moved.
Dorothy had cooked a few times in the past two years to try to please John.
However, her cooking was awful.
He quickly finished keying in his number and threw the phone back to Olivia. Then, he said coldly, “I’m
warning you, don’t bother me about anything else, or I’ll block your number.”
“Okay.”
Olivia was already satisfied enough with being able to get her brother’s contact number. She did not stay
any longer and left.
She noticed John was still washing dishes, so she went up to the third floor.
Her bedroom was located on the third floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer room still looked the same, but there was a layer of dust on everything.
When the Larson’s Residence was confiscated, she had left in a rush and did not manage to bring
anything with her. Now that everything had changed, she could not help but feel sad. Her eyes reddened.
She went to the bookshelf and took out her diary. She wiped the dust off the cover of the book and saw a
photo lying there upon opening it.
It was a picture she had secretly taken during John’s 20th birthday.
He was wearing a black suit and standing in the middle of the crowd. He looked elegant and powerful,
making people afraid to approach him.
She gently touched the face in the picture, pursed her lips, and smiled wryly.” Johnny, if I knew we would
end up like this, I probably wouldn’t have pursued you such a long time.”
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Suddenly, a slender figure appeared at the door.
“What are you looking at?”
Olivia quickly closed the diary and said in a slightly guilty tone, “Nothing. Just some old stuff.”
“Really?”
He approached her and snatched the diary away. “Is there anyone’s photo in here?” “No.”
He squinted his eyes at her, then opened the diary.