This 'we' naturally referred to Melody.When she looked at Melody, she found no surprise on her face,
as if she had known.
Moreover, from the beginning until now, her hands were wet with sweat.
Olivia looked out of the window and turned to look ahead.
"Yes, I did.On the night I lost my child"
She remembered her clearly.
That night, this woman and Everett watched ruthlessly as she was ravaged.
Melody had offered to take her to the hospital, but people were selfish.
She didn't stick with her offer and left with Everett.
She didn't blame her, not at all.
She only blamed Everett.
That was between him and Melody.
Why did he drag her into this and make her so painful and hurt? Until now, the scar was still there, and
it was bleeding profusely once being touched.
Brayden didn't ask again because the image of that night unfolded before his eyes.
She was lying on the ground all by herself, covered in blood.
No one was there to save her, to see her, just like she was a speck of dust, a leaf.
Like she was dispensable.
He was very regretful.
If he had returned earlier, she wouldn't have been like this, right? The driver was honking from behind,
and Brayden gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.
He would never let her suffer like this again.
Never.
Brayden didn't send Olivia back to her apartment but took her to where he lived.
"You definitely don't have any food at home.I have some at home.I'll make you something to eat.You
eat and have a good rest."
He looked at her gently.
She looked was tired and seemed like she needed a good sleep.
"Okay."
Olivia had no objection to Brayden’s arrangement.
Even if he brought her directly to his house and did not ask for her permission, she was not angry.
She needed a safe, quiet place to sleep.
Without a doubt, Brayden's was safe.
Brayden just made a few simple dishes.
Olivia ate them and he took her to the bedroom.
"Have a good rest.I'm downstairs.Call me if you need anything."
"Okay, thank you."
Olivia went to the bathroom, took a bath, and lay on the bed.
There was a familiar smell.
She pulled up the quilt, covered her face, and let the comforting smell wrap her up.
Brayden went downstairs and called Belle.
"Morn, where are you?"
"I'm out shopping.Aren't you and Olivia getting married? You haven't met her parents yet.When she
comes back, we'll go and meet her parents and get you two engaged."
Belle now felt that since her son would marry Olivia sooner or later, why not settle the marriage as soon
as possible so that everyone could rest assured.
She would feel at ease.
Otherwise, she didn't like the feeling of suspense.
"She's back""
"She is? So soon? Then I..."
"It's okay, mom.It's not urgent.She just had dinner and is resting.We'll discuss with you about meeting
her father and mother tonight"
"Oh, oh, okay, then I'll be back later."
"OK"
Belle was about to hang up when Brayden suddenly asked, "Mom, does Melody know that Olivia and I
are getting married?"
Belle paused and frowned.
"I don't know.I didn't tell her.’
"I see."
Brayden hang up the phone.
Melody probably didn't know.
If Melody had known that Brayden's fiancée was his uncle's ex-wife, she would not be as calm as she
was just now.
She didn't seem to remember Olivia.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Whether she knew it or not wouldn't change the fact that he and Olivia were getting married.
At this moment, Melody was sitting at Everett's house, holding her cell phone tightly, and her face was
extremely gloomy.
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