Chapter 224 Olive Takes Back the Medical Manual

Pamela didn't understand Olive. Wasn't there surveillance video implicating Pamela? Hadn't Monica betrayed her?

Police officers rushed in. Olive looked at the confused Pamela. "Monica is a good mother. When arrested, she confessed, claiming you weren't involved. She took all the charges," Olive explained.

Pamela trembled violently. Her heart raged. "Olive, I'll fight you! I'll kill you!"

Pamela lunged, but police pinned her to the ground, fastening icy shackles to her wrists. Pamela struggled, her eyes fixed on Olive. If a stare could kill, Olive would be buried six feet deep.

Patrick arrived, standing beside Olive, looking at Pamela in disbelief. He shivered, remembering her youth.

Olive stood proudly, her eyes as determined as when she arrived in Los Angeles, yet now tinged with sentiment. She gazed at Pamela from head to toe. "Pamela, I know you. You love only yourself. When Monica was arrested, you panicked. Did you ever love your mother? No. You only crave success, fame, and vanity. Patrick and Monica can't help you anymore. You ruined your life," Olive said.

Pamela's eyes were scarlet. Tears streamed down her cheeks. They were tears of despair, pain, unwillingness, perhaps remorse and guilt. "Olive, I lost, but did you win? You should have installed a camera in my room to watch me have sex with Elvis!" she yelled, then laughed hypocritically.

The police led Pamela away. Looking back, Pamela shrugged and smiled at Olive. Despite her loss, she felt it worthwhile; she'd taken Olive's jade pendant and driven a wedge between Olive and Elvis.

The police left, leaving the Hart home eerily empty. Patrick sat on the sofa, utterly disappointed. Pamela and Monica were his wife and child.

Tears streamed down Patrick's face as he reflected on the night's events, his life, and the loyalty of those around him. Olive, expecting happiness at Pamela and Monica's apprehension, felt the opposite.

Olive looked around the vast Hart villa, a place filled with happy childhood memories, now a deserted memorial. She went to Pamela's room—a place where Elvis and Pamela had been intimate—and opened the drawer. The thought still pained her, but she needed her mother's medical book.

In the bottom drawer, she found the manual. Sitting on a chair, she opened it. Tears welled in her eyes; the first page held a message from Joyce: “Olive, run slowly and be careful about falling.” “My beautiful Olive is so beautiful, she’s mummy’s little princess.” A tear fell onto the page.

Olive sobbed, holding the manual. "Mummy, where are you? Olive misses you so much," she whispered. At the drawer's end, she found her lost jade pendant.

Later, at Old Mr. Hart's tomb, it rained lightly. Olive, dressed in black, held a black umbrella. Footsteps approached; someone offered her white flowers. It was Derrick Domino, her former fiancé. She hadn't seen him in years, his reappearance coinciding with her return to Los Angeles. He stood beside her in the rain, holding an umbrella.

"Olive, you did it. Eleven years ago is finally over," he said. Olive, wearing black gloves, her hair in a ponytail, said without looking at him, "Eleven years ago, why did you testify against me? Why claim you saw me push Grandpa? You, Pamela, and others are in the same boat. I investigated you, but found nothing."

Derrick pursed his lips. "Olive, I followed orders."

"Those orders will land you where you never expected."

Derrick shook his head. "I followed your mother's orders."

Olive frowned. "I don't understand."

"Your mother sent a message before the incident. If anything happened to her, I was to cut ties with you and make you leave Los Angeles. I helped Monica and the others. I wasn't interested in the Hart family; I only obeyed your mother."

Olive was mesmerized. The truth was far more complicated than she'd imagined. She realized she'd never truly understood her mother, or Derrick.