Olive, Peter, and Mr. Williams were taken aback by Mrs. Williams' question, which brought a heavy silence to the room.
"Mom!!!" Olive exclaimed, breaking the tense silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "How could you say that?"
"Why can't I say that?" Mrs. Williams retorted, her expression turning angry. "Did you sleep with him or not? You're not a child, so I know you understand what I'm asking."
Mr. Williams quickly covered Peter's ears, shielding him from the conversation between his wife and daughter.
"Why would you even think that?" Olive responded, her voice filled with frustration. "I don't even like Lucas, it's you who likes him. And even if I did, there's no way I would do that with him."
"Are you sure? Mrs. Williams asked, her eyes fixed on Olive. "Can you explain why you're wearing his sweater?"
