Chapter 100


    Emotional, Olivia violently grabbed Marina’s hair. “Isn’t Ethan a loyal, perfect man? Aren’t you his


    precious sweetheart? I’m sure everyone would love to hear that he has an ex–wife, and you’re nothing


    but a heartless, sly woman! I have all the evidence!”


    She knew her threat was unlikely to affect the untouchable Ethan, who’d never cared what anyone else


    thought about him.


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    However, Marina had worked hard for her achievements, and her reputation was everything to her.


    Hence, the threat effectively made her quiver in fear.


    “Alright, alright, I got it. Well, it’s just Fordham residence. I’ll give it back to you. Just keep the knife


    away from me.”


    “Onest thing: if you dare to trouble my friend, I will ruin your reputation. You’re a smart woman, Ms.


    Carlton. I’m sure you understand that it’s not worth losing everything over such petty matters.”


    Before this, Olivia used to think that engaging in such petty fights was unbing of her. Now all that


    mattered was the satisfaction that it brought her.


    Marina felt like her scalp was about to be ripped off her head. Her gloating behavior had vanished into


    thin air, now reced by desperation instead.


    “Yes, yes. I’ll listen to everything you say. The knife, please… My neck hurts.”


    The edge of the knife de was stained bright red with blood. While Olivia had exerted enough


    strength to make Marina‘ bleed, it was in no way life–threatening.


    “Remember this pain. If this happens again, I will kill you right away.”


    “Yes, I understand!” Trembling in fear, Marina decided to avoid this psycho in the future.


    Finally, Olivia released her grip on Marina’s neck. Cursing her rotten luck, Marina kicked the maid aside


    as she headed upstairs to shower and get changed.


    Connor, who’d been forcibly taken away, was wailing for his parents. Despite her best efforts, the


    nanny’s attempts to pacify and soothe him were all in vain.


    When her phone fell out of her pocket, Connor crawled over to grab it, drooling as he called, “Dad. Call.


    Call Dad.”


    Sometimes, Ethan would video call Connor through the nanny’s phone. Hence, the nanny had no


    choice but to call Ethan.


    When it came to Connor, Ethan always answered his calls immediately. The moment the call


    connected, he was greeted by the sight of Connor’s bloodshot eyes. He looked like an albino rabbit.


    “Dad,” he cried, sounding rather aggrieved.


    Ethan wondered what caused Connor to cry like that. After all, he barely cried even when he fell. “What


    happened?” Ethan


    asked.


    “Sorry, Mr. Miller. Connor started acting strangely when a guest arrived and insisted on clinging to her.


    He started crying after I took him away.” Since the nanny was Ethan’s employee, she didn’t withhold


    any information from him.


    “A guest?” Connor hardly ever initiated going near anyone. He wouldn’t even show Marina any


    affection.


    “I think they called her Ms. Fordham,” the nanny answered, oblivious to Olivia and Ethan’s rtionship.


    Just then, Connor rushed to the window as if he’d made a new discovery.


    The nanny trailed after him, calling out to him. Since they were on the second floor, they could see


    Olivia, who was wiping her hair with a wet towel.


    The sight of her filled Connor with excitement. Sprawled on the floor–to–ceiling window, he repeatedly


    cried, “Mom! Mom!