Chapter 195: Elvis Is Here!
Olive sat opposite Bounty. The waiter served them coffee. Bounty looked at Olive and muttered, "Olive, you came."
Olive nodded. "Yes, Aunt, I did. You always wanted to tell me about Elvis's past. Now's your chance." After a night of intense deliberation, Olive had decided to honor the invitation. Elvis's condition had surpassed her expectations. His car accident had panicked her. Although she was ready to face anything with him, she needed to understand his past.
Bounty took a sip of coffee. Despite disliking Elvis, her expression conveyed sympathy. "Did Elvis mention his mother, Annabelle?"
Olive nodded. "Yes, he did."
Bounty was shocked. "I'm surprised! His mother must be the deepest taboo in his heart," she exclaimed.
"Mr. Augustine didn't say much, but from what I gathered, she was a very beautiful woman."
Bounty scoffed, her lips curling mockingly. She couldn't argue; how else did her brother and husband fall for Annabelle? "Annabelle was dead, and at her funeral… I don't know exactly how, but her coffin was burned. When Elvis found out, he was furious and injured many people."
"I know," Olive replied. "Mr. Augustine told me. Things escalated; he was hospitalized and diagnosed with mental problems."
Bounty was awestruck. "Did he tell you about what happened at his mother's tombstone? That he beat three men to a pulp, crippling them?"
Olive's fingers clenched, imagining the scene. Bounty noticed the change in Olive's face. "Olive, are you afraid? Why did he hurt them when others were present? Don't you think they deserved it?"
Bounty fell silent. Olive's unwavering support for Elvis remained. "You're right, they were thugs. They burned Annabelle's coffin and mocked Elvis. He lost control."
"But it was illegal," Bounty continued, "and the boys' families pressed charges. To avoid a lawsuit, my brother, Alpha, sent Elvis to a psychiatric hospital."
Olive's eyes widened. His father had sent him! Bounty laughed at her reaction. "I hope you no longer think Elvis is normal. He's mentally ill!"
Olive frowned. She despised the thought. Before she could speak, Bounty produced her phone. "Olive, look at this."
"What is it?" Olive asked.
"I'm sure Elvis didn't tell you this, but he was in the psychiatric hospital for three years!"
Olive gasped, shocked. Three years? "Olive," Bounty urged, "see if your husband isn't a monster!"
Olive clicked on a video. The dark, damp room of a mental hospital was depressing. A teenage Elvis fought security guards, ruthlessly overpowering them. More guards arrived; one repeatedly shocked Elvis with a baton. The teenager was soon trampled, his eyes bloodshot, his face bleeding.
Olive felt numb, as if reliving the scene. In his eyes, she saw a raging fire, a desperate desire for destruction. Her heart ached; each breath was painful.
A hand snatched the phone. Olive looked up to see Elvis's handsome, ruthless face. Clad in black, his expression was cold and indifferent.