Chapter 127

Olivia felt terrible, consumed by rage. “You think thirty thousand dollars is pocket change?” she shouted into the phone. “Where am I supposed to get three hundred thousand dollars?” Ten thousand was already a significant sum. Their transaction was supposed to be final, with no further obligations. Now, this person was harassing her again. Already unwell, this threat prevented any peaceful rest.

“I don’t care; I want three hundred thousand dollars,” the voice insisted. “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll go ask Stephanie for it. I’m sure she’d be happy to pay.”

Olivia fell silent, her chest tightening at the mention of Stephanie.

“Miss Hart, I wouldn’t be doing this if I weren’t desperate. I have no choice.”

“You have no choice? What about me? I’m sick, I have three types of cancer. I’m dying, and now I have to deal with your threats?” Olivia yelled. She had returned from abroad hoping for peaceful recovery under her family's care, near Chris. But this call shattered her peace. “I’m already suffering from my illness, and now you’re threatening me on top of that.”

Her voice softened. Her pitiful tone reached the blackmailer. The line fell quiet.

“I’m about to die,” Olivia continued. “Do you think I still care about my past mistakes?” Her words conveyed pity and resignation, emotions that might have evoked sympathy in others, but not in this man.

After a pause, he replied, “In that case, Miss Hart, why don’t you use what’s left of your life to get me that three hundred thousand dollars?”

Olivia’s pupils constricted in shock. She couldn't believe his cold-bloodedness.

“I really need the money!” he said coldly, crushing any remaining hope. This tactic had always worked on her family, but now it failed miserably.

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“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked.

“If you die, the Hart family can still buy you a nice plot.” They needed money for her medical treatment.

“You’re a monster!” Olivia screamed, her voice echoing through the hospital room. Murderous rage consumed her.

Meanwhile, Chris arrived at the hospital. Exiting the elevator, he overheard Catlin on the phone, yelling, “You want me to sign papers cutting ties? Stephanie, how can you be so cruel?”

Catlin trembled, fury and disbelief washing over her. She had hoped Stephanie’s threats were empty. But the cold reality struck.

“The lawyer is on their way to the hospital with the papers,” Stephanie’s icy voice confirmed, devoid of warmth or affection. Catlin detected no lingering attachment to the Hart family.

Two years… Had she, as a mother, ever truly reached Stephanie’s heart? The thought suffocated her.

“What do you think you are, cutting ties with us? So, some guys are protecting you now, huh?” Catlin’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

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