Chapter 247: Mr. Augustine, you must be happy.

Mrs. Kathy was shocked. “Miss Olive, why are you doing this?” she questioned, her eyes wide.

“Because I truly can’t afford to keep him,” Olive choked back tears. “I’ll allow myself to be left behind. I don’t want him hurt because of me. I want him to go to Imperial and start a new life.”

“Really, Miss Olive? Won’t Master forget you? He’s likely to meet many girls; what if he falls in love with someone else?”

Olive had already considered this. They had many years left. He would undoubtedly meet someone better, someone he would love. The thought filled her with sadness and a pang of jealousy.

“It doesn’t matter,” Olive sniffed sadly. “If the girl he loves loves him wholeheartedly, that’s fine. Someone will always take my place; many will love him in the future. Mr. Augustine has given me enough these past few days. I am very happy.”

Alpha soon arrived in a convoy of jeeps—low-key yet luxurious, his usual style. Elvis remained in a coma, his memories of Olive erased by her hypnosis.

“Miss Hart, how is Elvis?” Alpha inquired softly. Olive, unable to stand alone, leaned on Mrs. Kathy.

“He’s fine. All my memories have been wiped. He no longer knows me.”

Alpha, a reserved man in his fifties, was dressed in black. A breeze stirred the coal dust on his clothes. “Miss Hart, you’ve worked hard. I’ve erased all traces of you in Los Angeles. From now on, Olive Hart will not exist there. No one will mention you to Elvis. He will be fine.”

Olive nodded. “Okay.”

Stepping forward, she lowered her head and entered the back seat. She reached out, her small hand cupping Elvis’s handsome face, and kissed his forehead gently. A hot tear rolled down her cheek, landing on his eye. His eyelids fluttered, but he didn't wake.

“Mr. Augustine, you must be happy,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Alpha watched quietly, allowing her farewell. Olive withdrew her hand, exiting the car. Looking at Alpha, she said, “Mr. Alpha, there’s no future between us. Don’t forget your promise. He’s still a child to you. He’s spent his life healing from childhood trauma. Father’s love is priceless. Love him well.”

Alpha studied her for a moment. “Is there anything else?”

Olive considered mentioning Mrs. Samantha at the Red Villa but decided against it; Elvis’s healing would naturally benefit the old woman. She shook her head. “Nothing more.”

“Then let’s go.” Alpha moved toward the car.

“Wait,” Olive stopped him.

Alpha turned. Tears filled her eyes, her pale lips trembling. She couldn't resist asking, “What kind of person is she? I mean, Elvis’s fiancée?” She had previously declined Alpha’s offer to tell her about her. Now, she needed to know. She needed to know the woman who would replace her, who would have her Mr. Augustine.

Alpha seemed to anticipate her question. “She’s the daughter of Imperial’s richest man. Beautiful, elegant, knowledgeable, and self-disciplined. A perfect match for Elvis.”

“Does she like Mr. Augustine?” This was her chief concern.

Alpha nodded. “Very much. She’s awaited his return, loving him regardless of his condition.”

Olive felt a measure of satisfaction, exactly what she’d hoped to hear. It should have brought happiness, yet she only nodded and cried.

Alpha entered the car and sped away with Elvis. Olive watched until the car disappeared. She squatted, hugging her knees. “Goodbye, Mr. Augustine,” she sobbed, looking like an abandoned child.

After a while, Mrs. Kathy approached. “Miss Olive, let’s go home. It’s cold.”

The moment Mrs. Kathy’s hands touched Olive, she collapsed into her embrace. Mrs. Kathy stared in fright. “Miss Olive, what’s wrong?”

Olive, a healer versed in ancient practices, knew she was dying. The toxins had reached her heart; she felt death's approach. But she didn't want to die. She had much left to do. Suddenly, she remembered the treasure box in Dean Sebastian’s office, her mother’s legacy.

“Aunt Kathy, I’m going to the Ivory Council. Take me to Dean Sebastian Robert,” she said, gripping Mrs. Kathy’s hand.

Mrs. Kathy nodded. “Alright, Miss Olive, we’ll go now.”

As Mrs. Kathy drove, Olive sat in the back seat, surrounded by neighbors. A black Lamborghini sped behind them.

“Kathy, a car’s following us,” Mrs. Sandra said, peering through the back window.

Mrs. Kathy checked the rearview mirror. She nodded. “I’ll get rid of them. We must protect Miss Olive.”

Mrs. Kathy accelerated and changed lanes. The Lamborghini skillfully weaved through traffic, disappearing at a fork in the road. The red light caught them; the car behind screeched to a halt. The man in black quickly called.

“Sir, the lady driving Miss Hart has exceptional driving skills; she’s clearly not mortal. We lost them.”

Alpha’s low voice responded, “How about the others in the village?”

“They evacuated when the Camry carrying Miss Hart left. The village is empty.”