Second Chance His Unending Love (Calista Hartwell) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Killian personally brewed a cup of coffee for Bradley.

Just as he brought it over, Bradley stood up.

On his scholarly face was a polite but distant expression. He lifted a hand lightly.

“Mr. Frost, I have other matters to attend to. I won’t disturb your rest. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

With that, he left the hospital room.

He had arrived abruptly and departed just as suddenly.

Killian stood there holding the cup, unsure whether to offer it or put it down.

He felt a little helpless. Bradley had stayed for barely a minute before leaving.

Still, Killian understood Bradley’s temperament.

He had never been particularly social. At gatherings within their circle, he often excused himself by claiming37

< Chapter 63

to be busy, and his manner of speaking always carried a sense of distance.

Someone like him—even taking a minute to come visit was already something Killian should appreciate.

*****

In the evening, the Yale Scholars Program session came to an end.

Logan deliberately asked Olivia to stay behind and handed her an elegant card with a mysterious smile.

Olivia stared at it for a moment before her eyes lit up. “A ticket to Sir Winchester’s lecture?”

Logan adjusted his glasses and smiled, “I noticed you often draw chessboards after class and study chess strategies. I thought you must enjoy chess. A friend gave me this ticket, but I don’t have time to go. Consider it attending on my behalf.”

“Thank you. I love you so much,” Olivia exclaimed, kissing the ticket several times.

2/7

15:37

”.

< Chapter 63

Tickets to lectures by chess masters were notoriously hard to get. Logan truly treated her like a favored student to give her something so valuable.

Olivia immediately called Calista to tell her she was going to a lecture at Skyline Tower.

Calista was inspecting a construction site for the Hartwell Group and couldn’t leave.

Olivia said, “Mom, I’ll go by myself. There’s only one ticket anyway, so you wouldn’t be able to get in. I’ll take a cab. It won’t take long.”

“Send me the schedule, then,” Calista said carefully. “I’ll pick you up tonight. Call if anything comes up. And if someone tries to change the location last minute-don’t go. Got it?”

She reminded Olivia thoroughly.

Skyline Tower’s security was comparable to a military

facility, with full surveillance coverage and no blind spots. It should be safe.

Olivia agreed to everything.

10 15:37

< Chapter 63

Soon, she arrived by taxi in front of the towering

landmark.

The last time she had been here was when Evander brought her and her mother for steak.

Holding her ticket, she was about to head inside when a familiar voice sounded behind her.

“Well, look who this is.”

The grating tone cut into her ears. Olivia turned and saw her aunt Alice, smiling broadly with unmistakable mockery, along with her daughter, Orelia Higgins.

The two seemed to be waiting for someone and had happened to spot Olivia.

Alice looked her up and down.

Olivia was wearing a plain white T-shirt, paired with light colored flared jeans and canvas sneakers with no visible brand.

Her outfit couldn’t have looked more modest.

4/7

15:37

< Chapter 63

Alice sneered, “Isn’t this Olivia, the one who got kicked out of the Frost family? What, here to reminisce about better days?”

Olivia remained calm and addressed her softly, “Aunt Alice.”

Alice scoffed, “Your mother officially divorced my brother. You’re no longer part of the Frost family. I wouldn’t dare accept that title. Orelia, see? This is what happens when people don’t know their place and leave us. She had luxury and status but chose hardship instead.”

Fifteen-year-old Orelia lowered her gaze and pouted, “Mom, I don’t want to talk to low-class people.”

“Oh, Orelia, you’re such a smart girl.”

Olivia didn’t bother responding. Her idol’s lecture was about to begin, and she had no interest in wasting time. arguing.

She turned and tried to walk inside.

5/7

15:37

тук

< Chapter 63

Alice suddenly raised her voice dramatically.

“Olivia, you’re not actually trying to go in, are you? Do you even know what kind of place this is? Is this somewhere you can afford?”

A sharp, arrogant female voice joined in. “She knows exactly what kind of place this is. Or at least, she used to.”

Olivia turned and saw her former close friend, Wendy Langford, approaching.

Wendy was the same age as Olivia.

They had been classmates in elementary school and separated when they were placed into different middle schools.

Their fathers were business partners, and the two families interacted often, so they had remained close.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify