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I had a sleepless night and in the morning Olivia stormed into my room and dragged me into the living room.

She snatched the steaming milk from the table and hurled it at me.

"How dare you, Emma Parker! Have you no decency?"

The scalding liquid seeped through my attire, and I winced as it seared my skin.

Yet Nathan, seated opposite me, barely reacted.

"Olivia, come here," he said calmly.

She shot me a venomous glare before approaching Nathan.

"Nathan, have you forgotten how she mistreated you in the past?"

Nathan took a serviette and delicately dabbed the milk from her hand.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

Olivia's face remained hardened.

"Why is this　bitch residing here? Has she bewitched you somehow?"

Nathan let out a soft laugh, gripping her hand more firmly.

"I'm keeping her around because she serves a purpose."

Then he looked at me, with cold eyes.

"You're coming with me. We're going out. "I froze and didn't say anything.