As soon as the car hit the road, Olivia stirred restlessly in her seat, prompting Stephanie to glance at her.
Catching it, she smiled and immediately turned her attention to her. "Aunt, you are not so bad."
Stephanie glared at her. "I am aware you are mentally unstable and can't think properly. And until you recover, don't bother trying to get close to me. I won't let you back into Vintage Cellar until you have a proof for me."
"I wasn't even thinking about the company." Olivia pouted, pretending to be hurt by her words. "I just couldn't help feeling so grateful to you for caring for me."
Stephanie rolled her eyes. She didn't trust that mentally disabled patient for one bit. Maybe if she cared a bit more about Olivia, she could invite a doctor home to check on her.
