Olivia's POV:
I swallowed hard and slowly walked in. They all turned their attentions towards me as my father looked away with a guilty look.
Now I understand why he couldn't call me himself; he still felt guilty about the debt, and Grandma reminded him.
"Olivia, come here," Grandma said, walking towards me.
"Why didn't you tell me about the wedding? Why did I have to hear it from some blonde lady?" she asked, and my brows furrowed.
What blonde lady?
"I didn't want to worry you," I said, and she sneered.
"You are like your father; you both lie a lot... You are both dishonest people," she blurted, and I felt hurt.
Everything she said was true. I also lied to Mr. Bennett yesterday, and I felt bad about it.
