Chapter 73

Olivia remained silent, uncertain of how to respond to Ana’s words.

After that, Ana didn’t mention anything more.

As they arrived at the Harris residence, Olivia found herself in the midst of a lively and elegant gathering. She didn’t recognize anyone and was surrounded by sophisticated and majestic–looking people who seemed to be having a great time, laughing and chatting around Maisy.

A woman around Ana’s age approached them and asked, “Who is this, Ana?”

With a smile, Ana replied, “Tyler’s new girlfriend.”

The woman who had approached them was taken aback. “What? Tyler’s new girlfriend? But isn’t Tyler with Naomi…”

She stopped herself mid–sentence, and Ana smiled, gesturing toward Olivia. “Say hi, Olivia.”

Feeling uncomfortable, Olivia felt like she was being punished. She hesitated and remained silent.

Ana sensed Olivia’s reluctance and decided not to push her further, saying, “Let’s go, Olivia. I think Grandma misses you.”

As they walked through the living room, Olivia felt the curious stares of the people present, making her even more uneasy. She finally called out when they reached Maisy, “Grandma.”

Maisy was delighted with her and commented, “What a good girl. I’m happy with Tyler’s choice this time,” looking at Olivia as if she were her future granddaughter–in–law.

Ana said, “I’m happy that you’re happy. Aren’t you going to pour Grandma tea, Olivia?” She looked at Olivia coldly.

Despite her discomfort, Olivia complied.

Tyler didn’t arrive at the Harris residence until six in the evening. Olivia had been there all day by then.

One of his younger cousins approached him excitedly, exclaiming, “You’ve got a new girlfriend, Tyler?!”

Taken aback for a moment, Tyler soon found himself being questioned by various family members.

“Tyler, why didn’t you tell us that you got a new girlfriend? We heard it from your mom,” one of his aunts said.

He quickly realized who had spread the false news. Not responding to their questions, he scanned the room until he spotted Olivia standing under the light.

The family members had made Olivia drink, and by the time Tyler found her, she was standing unsteadily next to a table, looking at him with a dazed expression.

“Tyler.” Struggling to maintain her balance, Olivia tried her best to stand still.

Tyler asked the people around, “Who made her drink?”

The girl next to him immediately raised her hand. “It wasn’t me, Tyler. I didn’t make her drink.”

He then looked at Ana, who was standing next to Maisy. “Of course, we drink at the family dinner. It’s a happy occasion.”

He walked toward Olivia. Seeing him approach, Olivia instinctively moved toward him, swaying slightly.

“I–I wanted to drink,” she explained, her words slurred.

The scent of alcohol clung to her, and Tyler’s expression turned cold.