Chapter 68: Awakening

The girl should have possessed Olive's dazzling intelligence, as well as her stubborn pride. Before meeting Olive, Elvis hadn't considered what the girl should look like. But with Olive in his life, he longed for the girl to have Olive's personality.

Elvis lay on Olive's pillow, inhaling her lingering fragrance. He felt as though she were hugging him. He raised his right hand, covering his eyes. All he could think about was Olive's beautiful face.

He quickly showered.

Olive's phone beeped. A message from Elvis: "Missing you."

Another message arrived: "I didn't know I could be tortured like this. You're driving me crazy, Olive."

Olive's heart softened. Another message popped up: "I was wrong. I'm sorry. Can I see you tomorrow?"

Olive hesitated to reply. North, her face covered in a white facial mask, approached.

"Olive, no matter what he says, you can't go back to him. Let him be."

"Oh," Olive said, quickly dropping her phone.

"Olive, stay out of this. Pamela saved his life; he still has a wish to fulfill. Let Mr. Augustine settle his debts. Don't get involved, okay?"

Olive nodded. "I just miss Grandma, even though she said I could return anytime."

North sat before the mirror. "The old lady really likes you."

Elvis, without waiting for Olive's reply, knew he'd have another sleepless night if he didn't do something.

Mrs. Samantha entered with a glass of water. "Elvis, here's some water."

Elvis glared resentfully at his grandmother. "Grandma, I want to bring Olive home. If you come with me, she'll agree."

The old lady put down the glass and snorted. "If you want to go, go. I won't accompany you."

"Grandma, you've changed."

The old lady sighed. "Olive isn't an ordinary girl. She has her own mind. If she wanted to come home sooner, she would have."

"Elvis, my child, win Olive's heart yourself. Otherwise, someone else will snatch her away."

Elvis smirked. "Olive is my wife. Who would dare?"

Mrs. Samantha chuckled and turned to leave, muttering within Elvis's earshot, "Olive isn't your wife."

The next morning, Olive learned that Aunt Rebecca had awakened. She rushed to the hospital. Aunt Rebecca lay in bed, weak but with her eyes open.

"Aunt Rebecca, you're awake! You've been in a coma so long," Olive said, excitedly holding her aunt's hands.

Aunt Rebecca gazed at Olive's face. "Little Miss, you've grown. If Miss saw you now, she'd be so happy."

"Aunt Rebecca, how did Mummy die? Did someone hurt her?" Olive pressed for the truth.

Aunt Rebecca's eyes widened in horror and fear. "He's here! He's here! He found Miss!"

"Aunt Rebecca, what are you talking about? Who is he?" Olive had never seen Aunt Rebecca so terrified, as if she'd seen a demon.

Aunt Rebecca's hands fluttered before settling. She looked tired. "Little Miss, do you know about the Ivory Council?"

Olive knew the Ivory Council was the largest medical research institute in LA. Its rapid growth had made it the largest in Los Angeles.

"Aunt Rebecca, are you talking about the Ivory Council, the research institute?" Olive needed confirmation because she couldn't understand why her aunt would be involved.

Aunt Rebecca's eyes shone brightly. "Little Miss, Miss left a box for you. You need to retrieve it."

"Aunt Rebecca, where is it? I'll get it now."

"At the Ivory Council."

"What?"

Aunt Rebecca reached out, taking Olive's hand. "Miss, the Ivory Council was created by your mother. When she came to this city, she was bored, so she created it."

Olive was stunned. "Aunt Rebecca, what's wrong with Grandpa?"

"Kelvin?" Olive didn't expect Aunt Rebecca to use his first name.