After quite some effort, they finally arrived at their destination. It was the villa that Charlotte and Mrs. Berry once resided in.
It had been completely uninhabited and on the market for two years, but nobody dared to rent the place because of a mishap. The neighbors also all moved away.
The entire district was dreadfully silent.
Sharon carefully selected this place not only because it stored traumatic memories for Charlotte, but also because of its desolate nature.
She figured that it would be the last place on Earth that Charlotte would look for them.
With Ellie in her arms, Olivia walked into the villa. It stunned her to see the Osmanthus tree in the courtyard, along with the row of dying succulents, as well as the clothes rack. They reminded her of an indescribable sense of familiarity.
As she proceeded further into the villa, she took a quick look at her surroundings. The decor and scattered products in the living room, together with the clothes on the sofa that had accumulated a mountain of dust, confirmed that this was a place Charlotte and Mrs. Berry inhabited.
“Ellie, look. Mommy and Mrs. Berry used to stay here.”
Olivia gently patted Ellie’s back, only to realize she was out cold. Her clothes were dripping with sweat while her forehead was blazing hot.
“Oh god, Ellie’s having a fever.” Olivia rapidly sprinted to Sharon while carrying Ellie.
“I’m begging you to please send Ellie to the hospital. I’m not overstating her state of health. When she fell prey to your sister’s toxins, she kept running a high fever and puked nonstop. After Dr. Felch treated her, her condition finally stabilized. Now that she ingested sleeping pills, it’s relapsed. Once she becomes feverish, it could become fatal.” Olivia beseeched in a state of agitation.
Upon hearing Olivia’s ramble, Sharon froze for a moment, as though she was pondering.
“Please, I’m begging you. Please…” Olivia crawled over to hold onto Sharon’s leg and entreated desperately.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Sharon snapped as she kicked her away. “Piss off. Don’t bother me.”
“It’s imperative that she sees a doctor this instant, else she’ll suffer irreversible damage to her health. I’m pleading you,” Olivia cried out as she kneeled on the floor. “She could lose her life over this. Please, I beg of you. Please…”
“Are you just afraid that I’ll eliminate you after she dies? Is that why you’re begging me so eagerly?” Sharon eyed her with contempt.
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