Chapter 439: She Used to Love Him More Than Her Life

Peterson quickly stepped forward to help Elvis, but Elvis pushed him away. He went to Olive's side. "Olive…" Olive, furious, glared at him. "Shut up! I don't want to hear you right now!" Elvis immediately fell silent, following her like a shadow. Peterson, watching from behind, remained speechless. His young master's behavior was impossible to comprehend.

At the Red Villa, Olive went upstairs to her room. Elvis tried to follow, but Olive slammed and locked the door. Rejected, he knocked. "Olive, open the door. I need to ask you something."

Peterson approached, attempting to intervene. "Young master, it's late. Let's talk tomorrow. Let's rest." Elvis glared at him, his expression lethal. "Get out!" Peterson, stunned, retreated. The young master acted like a child with Miss Hart, but was ferocious with him? He fled.

Elvis continued knocking. "Olive, open the door. Do you love me? Tell me now, please." He pleaded, "Olive, you won't leave me again. You won't ignore me anymore. Swear to me. Now." Finally, he whispered, "Olive, let me in. I want to sleep…in your arms."

It was late; the old lady and Betty were asleep. However, Elvis' commotion roused them. The old lady put on her coat and went out with Betty. Betty exclaimed, "Young master, what's wrong? Let me see." The old woman stopped her. "It's alright, don't worry. He's just acting drunk. Let him be. Let's go to bed." The old woman went back to sleep, while Betty watched Elvis several more times. She had seen men drunk and foolish before, but this was the first time she had seen the young master drunk and begging for a hug.

Olive ignored Elvis. He had made a mistake and needed to reflect. However, she also noticed his strange behavior over the past two days. Was he hiding something?

The next morning, Olive awoke to find Elvis gone. She asked the old lady, "Grandma, where is Mr. Augustine?"

"Olive, Elvis went to the Augustine family to see his father. He left early this morning," the old lady replied.

Olive frowned, puzzled by Elvis's visit to Alpha. Her apprehension intensified. Had he…restored his memory? The old lady clearly considered the same possibility, gazing at Olive and asking, "Olive, do you think Elvis…"

Before Olive could respond, the landline rang. The old lady answered. Her expression changed dramatically. "Olive, something's wrong with Elvis."

Olive's heart sank. "What happened?"

"I don't know the details. A call from the Augustine house said Elvis and his father were arguing in the office. It seems…Elvis is sick again."

Olive's pupils constricted. Her worst fear had materialized. With his memory restored, Elvis's sleep disorder and alternate personality would likely return. She rushed out, followed by the old lady and Betty. "Olive, wait for us!"

At the Augustine family's office, they found Elvis unconscious on the carpet, pale, with a doctor administering first aid. Olive knelt beside him, taking his pulse, her fingers trembling. Seeing her grandson, the old woman angrily confronted Alpha. "Alpha, what did you say to Elvis? Didn't you agree to let Elvis and Olive be together?"

Alpha looked at Elvis. "Mom, I said nothing. This kid is in trouble."

"Enough!" the old lady interrupted. "Alpha, can't you hope Elvis gets better? They've just reunited! What's wrong with Olive? Use your conscience! In Los Angeles, Elvis nearly died from his sleep disorder. Olive saved him. She pulled him back from hell!"

"That doesn't mean Olive can forget she loved Elvis more than life itself! Why did our family produce someone as cold-blooded as you? I thought we'd bring Elvis back to Imperial for a good life, but Olive was left alone! Now things were finally improving, and you do this. Alpha, I'm furious with you!" The old woman wept, heartbroken.

Alpha supported her, sighing, "Mom, you weren't listening. You've been tricked."

"Tricked?" the old lady asked, wiping her tears.

Alpha feigned innocence. "I did nothing. Your grandson burst into my office, fell to the ground, and had his men call you. He orchestrated this whole thing."

The old lady looked at Elvis in disbelief. Olive was taking his pulse; it was steady and strong. She realized she'd been tricked, her eyelids trembling as she withdrew her hand. Elvis slowly opened his eyes. "Elvis, you…you…you are terrible!" Mrs. Samantha exclaimed, furious at being deceived. Elvis's eyes met Olive's; her pale face and darkened eyes reflected her hurried arrival.