Reborn Wife

Chapter 3 

When she got home, Olivia sneezed.

Angry and distressed, her mother, Madam Enya, rounded on her.

"Olivia, did that Leonard kid bully you again?" she asked forcefully.

"Look at you.You're soaked.Why didn't he take care of you? He didn't even take you back home." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The old Olivia would have found any excuse to defend Leonard.

She would find things to praise and glorify him, just to make her family accept and like him.She would even talk back if she heard them talking ill of him.

Because of this, she got into countless fights with her family.

But the current Olivia would not.

She knew now that Leonard Tubman was not good for her.

She mostly felt guilty.

To her, it would be better to listen to her mother's nagging voice all day long than face that cold tombstone from her previous life.

Thinking of this, she wrinkled her nose.

She turned and hugged Madam Enya's arm and snuggled up to her mother's body, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin.

"Mom” she said, looking up.

"I want to...I want to break off the engagement."

Madam Enya was stunned.

"Break off the engagement?"

She had fully expressed her opposition against the whole thing in the past, but Olivia was so infatuated she would never listen to any of her advice.

And now she wanted to cancel the engagement herself? "Oh, my dear Olivia...Have you thought it through? Will you not regret it in the future?"

"Absolutely not.’ Olivia smiled.

"In this world, there are many good men, and Leonard is not one of them."

Her words were harsh, but she was certain it was true.

Madam Enya was ecstatic; she felt as if there was something different about her daughter like she had grown up in an instant.

"Go take a bath?” she told her.

"Then drink some ginger tea after.Don't wait for the cold to come tomorrow.’’ She looked at her from head to toe.

"We still need to give you medicine; even though it's a minor sprain, we can't just ignore treating it."

"Alright” Olivia obediently replied.

She was then supported by the servants as she shuffled up the stairs.

When she passed by Oscar's room, she decided to enter.

Her eight-year-old brother scrambled to hide his game console under the bed.

"Rude” he grumbled.

"Why didn't you knock?"

She did not say anything and just looked at her younger brother.

Her gaze was gentle, filled with love and affection.

In her previous life, he had been poisoned until he became mute.

Looking at him now, healthy and robust, she knew he would be strong when he got older.

She would take care of him and protect him from any sort of danger.

How could she even argue with him now? Oscar felt uncomfortable under her silent stare.

"Why are you So quiet today?" he muttered.

"Were you bullied again?"

She wanted to hug and kiss him, like what she did to her mother earlier.

And when her father got home from work, she would do those things to him, too.

It was really strange.

"No” she responded.

"I just want to say that I love you-"

In the blink of an eye, she saw Oscar fling a pillow toward her.

Laughing loudly, she stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Oscar picked up his laptop.

"D--mn you, Leonard Tubman” he mumbled, tapping on his keyboard.

"You dare bully my sister?"

A few minutes later, Leonard's computer was hacked, the screen completely black.

After taking a relaxing bath, Olivia sat on her bed as a servant applied her with ointment.

She smiled and took the ointment.

"I'll do it myself"

The servant retreated.

Olivia stood up and sat in front of the dressing mirror.

Her eighteen-year-old self stared back at her.

Her complexion was fair and smooth, her lips were red, and her teeth were bright white.

She was beautiful, and her face was a perfect balance of her parents’ best features.

She would clearly stand out in a crowd.

She could not believe she fell for a vain man like Leonard in her last life.

She curled her lips at the thought.

A loud noise suddenly came from downstairs.

‘‘Finally, she thought and hurried out of her room.”

On the first floor, she saw her cousin, Maggie Peterson, hugging her mother.

"Auntie” she called affectionately, "look at this scarf I bought for you.It perfectly matches your character! Do you like it?"

If other people saw it, they would have thought it endearing.

‘How sweet: Olivia stood at the staircase on the second floor, her hands crossed on her chest.

She leaned over the banister, narrowing her eyes.

The Peterson Family had moved to LC City from the countryside a year ago.

Olivia's father took pity on the three of them, stating that they were family after all and that they should always help and support each other.

So he invited them to stay at their villa.

They treated them to delicious food and drinks, gave them pocket money, and even appointed her uncle, Donald Peterson, as the deputy director in the Clements Enterprise.

Perhaps this was what made them greedy.

This shameless family treated everything the Clements Clan owned as their own and even had intentions to k-Il them just so they could take all of it.

Their methods were brilliant.

They were always able to convince Olivia's parents that they were good people, and even Maggie acted obedient and polite.

Olivia walked downstairs.

The moment they heard her footsteps, Madam Enya and Maggie raised their heads at the same time.

Olivia was wearing a long dress.

Her slim figure appeared to be so graceful when she slowly approached them.

She was not wearing anything on her gorgeous face.

Her demeanor exuded elegance and nobility.

She smiled at them; her aura was like peach blossoms after the rain, alluring yet indifferent.

The combination of her regality and arrogance stunned Maggie Peterson.

She felt as if Olivia would pose a great threat to her in the future.

As she stared into her beautiful black eyes, she could feel the traces of cold and chilling loathing growing in her stomach...