Chapter 287:
Julie’s POV
I pressed my chapped lips together with all the resolve I could muster, taking deep, rapid breaths that labored up from my tight chest. I was trying desperately to calm the violent pounding of my heart which almost tore through my ribs, fearing I would completely collapse before this woman. A shiver of killing fear had invaded me, paralyzing my limbs at the mere, hideous thought the thought of Robert finding me, stripping my nails from touching my son, or tearing him from my arms the moment he entered the world.
Amidst this absolute bewilderment and the silence that draped over the corridor, Steve let out a long, heavy sigh. His massive frame stiffened completely as he raised his head, answering her in a dry tone that cut all doubt with certainty: "Yes, Olivia... this child in her belly is Robert’s son."
Olivia’s features went pale in a matter of seconds, as if every drop of blood had fled her face. She was so utterly stunned that she took a staggering step backward, her lower lip trembling as she muttered in a tone overflowing with shock and pure amazement: "Impossible... this cannot be true... this is impossible!"
I tightened my grip on my swollen belly with both hands, like someone protecting a precious treasure from the wind. Looking at her with wide eyes glistening with tears of terror, I said in a pleading, trembling, and hoarse voice: "Olivia... please, tell me the truth... how did you find my place? Who pointed you to this apartment?"
Steve stepped forward quickly, placing his wide, warm palm on my shaking shoulder, squeezing gently in an effort to do everything he could to reassure me and piece my scattered self back together: "Calm down and don’t worry, Julie. Robert is not in the picture here... I think Olivia followed me on my way back from the warehouse."
I turned to him in shocking bewilderment, furrowing my brows in disbelief as I shifted my gaze between his face and hers. A lump formed in my throat, my mouth going completely dry, and I said in a disapproving tone: "Followed you?! And what do you have to do with Olivia in the first place? How do you even know her for her to follow you?"
Steve cast his gaze down toward the floor for a moment, signs of embarrassment and guilt clear on his features. He said in a low, barely audible voice: "Well, Julie... Olivia and I... we’ve been together for a while."
My eyes widened even more, and I felt my head spin. Never, not even in my wildest, craziest fantasies, did it ever cross my mind that my kind, loyal brother could be involved with a woman like Olivia! My brother and Olivia in a secret relationship? This was beyond my capacity to comprehend! I whispered with trembling, cold lips: "You... you and Olivia are together?!"
He nodded in helplessness and regret, his shoulders slumping: "Yes, that is the truth."
In that moment, Olivia shifted her sharp, blade-like gazes toward Steve, her features contorting with anger and jealousy. She asked in a sharp, stern tone as she stepped forward: "And now you tell me... what is this hidden relationship connecting you to Julie? Why are you hiding her here?"
Steve replied with unwavering firmness, his frame towering as he squeezed my shoulder to declare his protection over me before her: "Julie is my sister... my sister of blood and flesh."
Olivia gasped audibly, taking another step back as if a powerful, invisible slap had hit her face and scattered her pride. She muttered in shock: "What are you saying?! Your sister?! Julie is your sister?!"
Steve let out a sharp exhale, crossing his wide arms over his chest in a dry, cold tone: "Yes, my younger sister... Now, tell me clearly, why did you follow me here, Olivia?"
Olivia tried desperately to regain her lost composure, crossing her own arms over her chest in a fierce attempt to defend herself. She said in a tone full of reproach and biting blame: "You disappeared suddenly from my life! You stopped calling or asking entirely, as if I were thin air! I followed your ghost to know what happened to you and where you vanished, but I swear I never expected, not for a single second, to find Julie hiding out in your apartment... and pregnant, too!"
Then she turned her entire body toward me, her toxic gaze staring directly at my protruding belly. She said with biting sarcasm, a malicious smirk forming on her lips: "Stop the acting and the lies, Julie... there is no way Robert is the father of this child of yours... Robert is a smart man, and he always takes his strict precautions in bed!"
Steve’s features instantly sharpened, his eyes igniting with rage. He took a threatening step toward her with clenched fists and veins bulging in his neck: "Watch your boundaries, Olivia! What is this filthy talk coming out of your mouth?! Are you calling my sister a liar right in front of my eyes?!"


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