Chapter 207: Dare to Yell at Me with That?

Pearl was stunned. Olive's actions completely defeated her.

“Olive, I didn’t expect you to be so despicable. What’s the difference between you and Monica and her daughters?” Pearl asked, pale.

Olive looked at her. “What’s the matter? You messed with my father. I have to commend you for your hard work, though.” Pearl was speechless; Olive’s sharp words pierced her.

“Do you know how difficult it was for Monica to conceive that child? She and Pamela placed all their hope on it. Now it’s gone because of you! You really think they’ll let you go? But I’ll give you a preview of what they’ll do. You asked about the difference between us? I’ll enlighten you, my dear. You’re worthless to them; they’ll kill you. But to me, you’re valuable. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you go.” Olive said calmly.

Pearl trembled with anger. Olive had carefully planned everything, and Pearl felt powerless.

Unwilling to surrender, Pearl sneered. “Olive, do you really think I have no other option? Your father is obsessed with me; I could marry him and become your stepmother.”

Olive seemed to hear a wild joke. “You can’t be my stepmother. Moreover, I’ve disowned Patrick. So, will you cooperate?”

Pearl was dazed, speechless. The thought of being Pamela and Gabriella's stepmother made her shiver. The Hart family was now an empty shell, Patrick wholly dependent on his daughter. Pearl was in her twenties; how could she marry a man in his fifties? She had initially planned to make money from Patrick, then leave for a better life.

Olive's clear eyes saw through Pearl’s calculations. A sneer played on her lips. “Pearl, my dad gave you a lot of money, right? I advise you to leave before Monica and her daughters find you. And tell me what I need to know; I haven’t got all day.”

Pearl's defenses crumbled. She still had time to escape with Patrick's money.

“Alright, I’ll tell you where old Mr. Hart is,” Pearl muttered in defeat.

In the hospital hallway, a nurse wheeled Monica out of the operating room. Pamela rushed over, nervously asking the doctor, “Doctor, how is my mother? Is the child safe?”

The doctor shook his head sadly. “The child is gone. We evacuated the fetus. The patient is older; the baby couldn't survive. If she gets pregnant again, her family must pay close attention; otherwise, she won’t deliver successfully.”

Pamela nodded and thanked him. Patrick was devastated. He never imagined he would lose his son.

“Dad, what’s going on? Isn’t Pearl Gabriella’s best friend? How did you get together with her? Mom was pregnant, and it was a boy,” Pamela said sadly.

Patrick, already grieving, was further angered by Pamela's accusation. “Pamela, you know about your mother’s past. You ask why I have a lover? If your mother hadn’t embarrassed me at the hotel, do you think I would have pushed her away?”

“Dad, but…”

“Stay here with your mother. I’m leaving,” Patrick said, walking out.

Pamela froze, her eyes reddening with anger. She was striving for success, yet her parents constantly held her back. She turned, and a slender figure approached—Olive.

After dealing with Pearl, Olive went to Monica.

“What are you doing here?” Pamela asked defensively.

“I know Monica is pregnant, and I planned today's events. Oh, and Pearl told me where Grandpa is. I’ve sent someone to get him.”

Pamela stared in shock. Olive shouldn't have access to him!

Olive whispered, “Pamela, are you afraid? Grandpa will wake soon, and the truth about ten years ago will be revealed. You pushed him, you know you did.”

Pamela’s face paled; panic and fear clouded her. However, she quickly composed herself.

“Olive, I have something to tell you. Elvis wants a divorce, right?”

Olive felt a pang of heartache at the mention of divorce.

Pamela produced her phone. “Olive, let me show you something. Boss Augustine didn’t go home last night, right? He was with me!”

Olive took the phone and played the video, secretly filmed by Pamela in the KissLand presidential suite. The video showed Pamela and Elvis in bed together.

Olive’s eyelashes trembled. She confirmed it was Elvis.

Olive held the phone tightly.

“Olive, Elvis and I are together now. He was originally mine. Your marriage was a mistake. Divorce him and let him come back to me.”

Olive raised her head. “Is that all?”