Seeing that Olivia was in low spirits, Sharon comforted her.

“You haven’t been eating well these days. Now that you finally have an appetite, Mrs. Miller Senior is making some food for you.”

Olivia nodded. Instead of getting in the wheelchair, she slowly moved to the living room.

Janice was wearing an apron. “Hurry and have a seat. The food will be ready soon.”

There were freshly picked flowers in the exquisite white vase on the dining table. Every leaf was fresh and green.

Once again, Olivia recalled the snowy weather. She was arranging flowers in the warm indoors.

Her belly was bulging, and her lips were slightly curved.

The door opened, and Ethan walked in. He angrily questioned her why she would cause trouble for

Marina, especially when Marina was pregnant.

But he seemed to have forgotten that Olivia was also pregnant at that moment.

When the coldness reached its peak, he smashed her vase. Fresh flowers scattered onto the floor.

Olivia held her head, hissing. For some reason, she would recall the memories from the past from time to time.

“What’s the matter, Olivia? Does your head hurt?” Janice hastily comforted her.

“…”

was about to say something when a series of images appeared in

out time and again, but

like this! What is happening to you? Should

finger, she pointed at the

take it

learned to cook for the sake of that jerk. It’s so pathetic when I think about it. I’ve never even made

kept entering her mind.

Ethan’s sake, she took up

extreme pain. She had

look good. I have a bad feeling about

“Mrs. Miller used to have a cat, and it should have arrived by now. They say that animals

have a feeling that

of the food. Then, she sat in the yard, basking in the

a white cat darted over

“Meow!”

the pet cat

Snowball.

Yes.

Olivia’s mind. A little girl had a backpack on

followed her and meowed.

the little cat would be waiting

the white cat right away and then raise it

was sitting in the wheelchair as she lifted Snowball.

“Meow!”

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