Seeing that Isabella could no longer gain any advantage in their verbal exchange, Olivia looked around with a smile reminiscent of a victor.
Elias, looking at the arrogant and proud Olivia, who resembled a splendid peacock, had a bittersweet expression on his face.
Neither in terms of eloquence nor status did Isabella and Luna stand a chance of winning...
And it seemed the same was true in terms of power.
Olivia, catching Elias's awkward and embarrassed look, let out a chuckle, her piercing gaze finally softening.
She took the fruits and supplements Caroline had brought, intending to place them by Elias's bed.
This move also brought her physically closer to Elias.
"We don't need your fake concern!"
Luna, like a vigilant little dog, fiercely positioned herself in front of Elias.
"Get out! Leave this place! Don't come looking for my brother anymore!"
