Stella and everyone at their table were shocked by Olivia's abrupt attitude. And they couldn't help watching.
Olivia stared angrily at Owen, already picturing swinging her hand across his face. But just when she had pushed her seat with the back of her knees, her mother grasped her hand firmly.
"Sit down," Stella ordered through gritted teeth, her smile worse than a grimace, as she felt the gazes of everyone at their table on them.
Immediately, Olivia glanced at her, her nose flaring. She didn't look ready to listen to her, so Stella had no choice but to mouth, "If you don't want to die by your mother's hands, sit down."
Although Stella was aware that there might be a high chance of her own future being ruined, that doesn't mean she would want the same for her daughter.
Olivia was very stubborn and didn't know or care what was at stake here. But luckily, she was here to keep her in check.
