Chapter 1822
When Olivia was just a meter away, Phoebe's hand stopped turning the doorknob. She stared at Olivia.
Her lips trembled, and she asked quietly, "W-What do you want to do…"
Her voice was so soft that none of the maids downstairs heard it. But Olivia heard her clearly.
She didn't reply. She just kept moving closer.
Phoebe became even more terrified. She suddenly moved to the side, pressing herself against the railing, trying to grab it and leap over.
But the moment she moved, Olivia lunged. In one swift action, Olivia's hands locked around her throat.
In a life-or-death struggle, Phoebe was no match for Olivia. She never expected Olivia to attack her like this. As soon as Olivia's hands clamped down, Phoebe was pinned against the railing, eyes wide in shock.
Olivia laughed, a low, chilling laugh. "Didn't I tell you not to touch Lucian? I warned you that if anything happened to him, you wouldn't get to live. If fate won't punish you, then I will—as his mother."
Phoebe felt Olivia's

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