Right now, Olivia hated Wyatt more. How could the guy easily get along with others except her? And how come the little one was so comfortable around a stranger?
She felt a pang of jealousy. She was like little Aerith before, waiting under the shade of a tree for someone to visit her, but ended up getting disappointed when nobody came. Eventually, she got tired of waiting, it came to a point where it didn't matter who was knocking in front of her door.
"I think we shouldn't be staying here. Looks like Wyatt didn't need us anyway," Olivia said and sighed. She regarded the man she loathed so much next to her father.
"Yeah, I think he knows what to do. Wait, let me leave him a message." Maxen dug up his phone from his pants pocket and fired a message to Wyatt, smiling as he sent the short text.
