Doted by My Billionaire Husband (Olive and Elvis) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 This time, you can’t escape

Immediately Olive finished speaking, Pamela’s eyes widened disquietingly.

Pamela’s eyelashes shivered and she had a bad feeling. She realized that she had been tricked, and had fallen for it. And her mother, Monica, was caught in the act.

Pamela made to speak, but she realized that the words weren’t forthcoming. It took her some seconds before she could find her voice.

“So what? I did nothing. My mother did all this. I’m not even aware of what she did.” Pamela vehemently denied.

Olive looked at Pamela’s pretentious face.

“Pamela, aren’t you just perfect at pretending? Well, too bad that your mother had already snitched on you. She said that it was you who had carried out the sinister action.”

“Impossible!” Pamela shook her head. “It’s impossible for my mother to say that. I get it, Olive, you’re lying to me!”

Olive reached out and grabbed Pamela by the collar.

“The surveillance video that I have in my hand can completely convict you. You can spend the rest of your life in prison!”

Pamela didn’t want to go to prison. That was the last place that she wanted to be.

Pamela held Olive’s hand which was on her neck.

“I don’t believe anything that you say. I don’t believe a thing! Let them take me away for all I care. I won’t say anything until my lawyer arrives!”

Olive sneered and pulled Pamela all the way into the Villa by her collar. Olive’s actions were brutal and Pamela’s struggles couldn’t match Olive’s strength.

Pamela stumbled as she was pulled to the stairs. Olive stood firm on the stairs and looked into Pamela’s face.

“Pamela, do you still remember this position? Eleven years ago, you had called me here. After you knocked me out, you had personally pushed grandpa down the stairs. Take a good look at that spot, grandpa was lying there, he was lying in a pool of his own blood. Now, look carefully at his weakened face looking up at you.” Olive spoke calmly as a psychologist, her voice triggering the buried memories in Pamela’s mind.

Pamela’s looked down. The stairs were very high. Whenever she stood here, she always felt scared, afraid that she would fall.

Her mind quickly replayed the events of eleven years ago. At that time, she had reached out and pushed the old man down.

Mr. Hart had swiftly began bleeding from his head. But his eyes were still open. His cloudy eyes had stared at her fiercely.

Back then Pamela was only a teenager, she was still a child.

“Let me go! Olive, hurry up and let go of me!” Pamela screamed. She seemed to have seen the old man’s eyes again.