I raised my eyebrows and surveyed around, “Miss Pearson got love for quite a lot of things then, but, are those yours just because you love them? Your nine-year compulsory education is quite different from mine.”
Then I saw several delicate vases on the shelf which Olivia gave Dennis as presents.
I walked over and pointed at the vases, “You love these, right? Miss Pearson.”
Then I pushed the vases down the shelf without the least hesitation.
The pleasant sound of glass crashing ensued.
“Clara! You! I’m gonna kill you!” Eyes reddened, Olivia swooped at me.
I was quite familiarized with Olivia’s tricks after two years’ of being pestered at by her.
I dodged and she was too furious to stop the steps in time so as to bump into the shelf directly and shattered a few valuable collections.
I was upset, “Miss Pearson, you have broken my collections. I’ll reckon the price and notify you.”
Olivia shuddered with anger and looked like she was going to rip me apart, “Clara, this is too far!”
Then the siren sounded and someone knocked on the door a few seconds later.
Three young police officers showed up and asked, “We got a call and learned that someone is trespassing this home. Who is the owner of this house?”
“Me!” I answered and handed my ID card and property ownership certificate to the officer and said, “This woman here entered my house and broke my stuff without my permission. Please help me on this.”
“Sure, Miss Kennedy, are you hurt?” The office gave me my credentials back and asked.
I shook my head.
Olivia probably hadn’t suffered this kind of humiliation for her whole life and was fuming, “Clara, this isn’t over!”
Then she was taken away by the police.
I was really not in the mood to tidy up the messy lobby, so I just went to my room.
As I was quite sleepy after having the dinner, I hit the sack after the shower.
Then I drowsily heard someone pounding on my door in my sleep, I thought I misheard and went on sleeping.
But the sound of door knocks continued.
I got out of the bed and wondered who could be here in the middle of the night.
Then I checked the surveillance camera and saw Mario standing by the door in black suit.
What was he doing here at two o’clock in the night?
I opened the door and was quite sluggish, “What happened, Doctor Bennett?”
He looked at me and was obviously relieved, “Why didn’t you answer your call?”
I paused, “It was on mute and I was asleep. What’s wrong?”
He entered the mansion and lay on the couch tiredly, “Dennis wants you to make some soup for him and send it to the hospital.”
I froze and was quite speechless, “There are a bunch of restaurants around the hospital. You can just buy some for him. How come you are here yourself?”
He pinched at his nose eyebrows and answered, “He wants the soup that you make yourself.”
“Now?” What’s wrong with Dennis? He was clearly torturing me.
Seeing Mario leaning against the couch with dark circles under his eye, I figured that he must be lack of sleep and sighed, “I will make the coup now and send it to the hospital later. Just stay here tonight. There are many spare rooms and you can choose one yourself. Get some sleep.”
How boring was Dennis! Why did he have to torment his friend this way in the midnight?
Mario was obviously exhausted and closed his eyes after nodding to me.
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