Chapter 134

"I will never have children," Olive stated.

Olive let out a sweet laugh.

“That’s not true, ma’am,” she said.

“Olive, let’s get down to business. I’ve already flown to LA and called to invite you to a dinner party. Can you squeeze some time out of your busy schedule?” Bounty asked.

The dinner was the same one Pamela had been bragging about some time ago. If Olive attended, Pamela’s reaction would be interesting to watch. But Olive couldn’t agree immediately, as she needed Elvis’s consent. “Thanks so much for your invitation, ma’am, but I can’t give you a definite answer right now.”

“I await your answer, my dear. You must come; otherwise, the entire dinner would be meaningless!” Bounty persuaded.

“Okay, ma’am. I’ll be there,” Olive agreed, and hung up.

She began studying the mandala flower, as she needed to find a cure for Elvis as soon as possible.

Soon it was six o’clock in the evening. The school had closed for the day. Olive’s phone rang. This time, it was Elvis.

Olive quickly answered and said in a sweet voice,

“Hello, Mr. Augustine, are you done with work?”

“Yes, I’m done. I just left the company. My Mrs. Augustine seems busier than me these days. Do you get paid for studying overtime?” Elvis teased in a low, magnetic voice.

Olive chuckled. She didn’t plan on telling him about the mandala flower. Experimenting with the poison was very risky, and he would definitely stop her.

“Mr. Augustine, why don’t you come pick me up from school?”

“I can’t right away. I want to go back to the Red Villa,” Elvis replied.

“Heading home to see Grandma? I haven’t seen Grandma in a while. Take me with you.”

Elvis’s right hand was on the steering wheel, and his left hand held his phone. His handsome eyebrows softened with tenderness.

“I need to get some documents, my darling. I’ll pick you up in about an hour, so we can have dinner together,” Elvis responded.

Olive nodded obediently.

“Alright then, I want to eat seafood.”

“Okay, I’ll have my secretary inform the chef.”

The Red Villa.

Bounty arrived early. Immediately after getting off the plane, she went to see her mother, the old lady Samantha.

In the living room, Bounty handed Mrs. Samantha a suitcase and a doll. She leaned over her shoulder and hugged her.

“You’ve been so busy lately. It’s so hard to see you,” Bounty said, snuggling into the old lady’s arms. The old lady loved Bounty dearly. Bounty had inherited her youthful beauty and radiance.

The old lady touched Bounty’s curly hair and smiled lovingly.

“I want to stay here for a while. I want to stay with Elvis.”

Elvis and Marvin were both Bounty’s nephews. But when the old lady mentioned Elvis, Bounty’s body froze. “Mother, you’re always so partial. You don’t have only one grandson. It’s always about Elvis. What about Marvin? Have you ever cared about him? He’s in LA, too.”

“Really? Marvin is here too? Bounty, you know I’m not worried about Marvin because you’ve showered him with love.”

Bounty slowly disengaged from the hug. “Mother, Marvin is different from Elvis. Marvin is the heir. In the future, the Augustine family legacy will be handed over to him.”

“And Elvis? You and I know he’s not mentally stable. Has his sleep disorder been solved? Of course not. The worse it gets, the more likely he’ll become dangerous. I advise you to stay away from him.”

Mrs. Samantha’s face was expressionless. Bounty sat up and questioned,

“So, what do you say?”

The old lady raised her head and looked at Bounty.

“Why would I want to go back to Canada, or the Imperial City as you call it? Elvis’s father is a wealthy businessman. And Marvin? He’s a young academician, only twenty. But Elvis? You all know his condition, but what have you done to help him?”

“Has his father fulfilled his responsibility as a father? You’re his aunt and a teacher; have you ever taught Elvis anything? Have you ever been interested in tutoring him? Marvin is in the medical field, saving the dying and wounded. Has he ever thought about saving his own brother?” Mrs. Samantha fired angrily. “I don’t need you to do anything for Elvis anymore, but please, just don’t make his condition worse. You all gave up on that child. Why are you still thinking about his actions? Do you still want to send him to a psychiatric hospital?”

Bounty’s face turned pale. She interrupted cruelly,

“How is it my fault that woman gave birth to him? I still haven’t forgotten how she seduced my husband. I was seven months pregnant, I fell down the stairs and injured myself! I lost my child and my uterus was damaged! That’s why I can never conceive!” Bounty yelled, sobbing as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m in my forties now. Women my age have grown children, but I was deprived of being a mother. Have you ever pitied me?” The tears flowed relentlessly down Bounty’s cheeks.

“Bounty…” Mrs. Samantha called tenderly.

A light knock landed on the door, disrupting the sad atmosphere.

The old lady and Bounty turned toward the door. At the entrance stood a tall, handsome figure. Elvis had returned, clothed in a black suit.

The light at the entrance was dim, hiding Elvis’s handsome face in shadow.

Bounty stiffened. She quickly wiped away her tears.

Elvis walked in with steady steps. He smiled,

“Aunt, why didn’t you call me when you arrived in LA? I would have picked you up.”