Brixton hurt Himself

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Olivia asked Brixton about her bruises, which had disappeared as they were not there.

Upon hearing her question, Brixton first panicked as it was something can't be told, but then smartly tried to brush it off and avoid the answer by asking her for dinner.

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Seeing Olivia happy, Brixton ruffled her hair and nodded in agreement before saying in a gentle tone, "But first, you should have dinner… You must be hungry, right?"

Saying this, Brixton called his assistant, Mark, and said, "Get dinner ready for me and Little Liv!!!"

Mark responded with, "Okay, sir," and then Brixton disconnected the call.

Meanwhile, Olivia, who had remained silent until now, pouted and said, "Brixy, are you trying to change the topic…? Tell me, how did all the bruises on my body disappear?"

Hearing Olivia's question, Brixton panicked, unsure of what to do.

He thought that he would have to answer now, so he started coming up with an excuse.

Luckily, he found one quickly. Smiling, he ruffled Olivia's hair lovingly and said,

"It's nothing like that, Little Liv… Why would I change the topic?"

"Actually... I own a pharmaceutical company, okay?"

"This ointment was developed by my company's research department."

"It instantly heals any wound, no matter how deep or severe."

"It hasn't been launched in the market yet, but its testing has been completed, so I used it to heal your injuries!!!"

As he explained this, Brixton took out an ointment and showed it to Olivia.

She took it and examined it closely, then opened the lid and sniffed it. Suddenly, she looked at Brixton suspiciously and asked, "Are you telling the truth? How is this even possible…? You're not lying, are you?"

Brixton panicked at Olivia's words, wondering if she was beginning to suspect something.

But it was crucial to erase any doubts from her mind, so he took the ointment from her and said in a gentle tone, "I'm not lying, Little Liv… If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!"

Saying this, Brixton picked up a fruit knife from the side table and, without hesitation, made a deep cut on his own hand.

Olivia gasped in horror—she hadn't meant for Brixton to hurt himself!

Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes, and she sobbed, "What… what have you done… to yourself…"

Before she could say anything else, Brixton gently wiped her tears with his good hand and said in a soothing tone, "Shhh… Little Liv… Why are you crying so much? It's nothing, okay? It's just a small cut, and I don't feel any pain at all… so don't cry!"

Still sobbing, Olivia stammered, "But… so much… blood… You… you must be in pain!"

"No… I'm not in pain at all… And look, it'll heal right away!!!" Brixton reassured her in the same gentle tone.

He then opened the lid of the ointment container, took some ointment on two fingers of his good hand, and applied it to the cut.

As Brixton applied the ointment, the wound began to heal instantly, and within moments, there wasn't even a scar left on his hand.

Seeing this, Olivia, who had been sobbing, stopped crying, her eyes widening in shock.

She looked at Brixton's hand with her big, ocean-blue eyes, then at his face, then back at his hand.

She even hesitantly touched it with her fingers before pulling them back quickly, afraid she might cause him pain.

The way Olivia reacted made her look incredibly adorable, like a little child. Brixton couldn't help but smile fondly. Pulling her cheeks gently, he said, "Now do you believe me? I was telling the truth!"

With innocent eyes, Olivia nodded, but then, just as innocently, asked, "But it must have hurt, right?"

"Are your wounds hurting?" Instead of answering, Brixton countered with a question.

Olivia shook her head because, in reality, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Brixton smiled warmly and said, "Then how can I feel pain?"

Hearing this, Olivia flashed a bright smile. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Brixton got up from the bed and pointed toward the bathroom door, saying gently, "Little Liv… Go wash your hands… Looks like dinner is here!"

Olivia nodded and walked toward the bathroom. Meanwhile, Brixton opened the door to find a maid standing with a food trolley, accompanied by Mark.

Brixton stepped aside, allowing the maid to bring in the food trolley and serve the meal on the tea table.

Meanwhile, Brixton turned to Mark and asked, "Mark… Have the arrangements been made to transfer them all to Washington???"

Brixton was referring to the fake Valentino family and the Fuller family.

"Yes, sir… They will reach Washington before we do!!!" Mark replied.

"Great… Take them to that place… and make sure they're properly tortured. But they shouldn't be killed. Alex and I will decide how they should be punished!" Brixton said, his face devoid of emotion.

Hearing Alex's name, Mark immediately understood who Brixton was referring to and which location he was talking about—the very place where Brixton delivered spine-chilling deaths to his enemies.

Mark simply said, "Okay, sir."

Just then, the maid finished serving and left with the trolley, and Mark also exited the room.

Brixton shut the door behind them.

At the same moment, Olivia emerged from the bathroom.

When she saw the tea table filled with a variety of delicious-looking, luxurious dishes, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She had never seen such extravagant food before—let alone eaten it.

Unable to contain her excitement, Olivia turned to Brixton and asked eagerly, "Can I touch this food?"

Brixton felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Her reaction made it painfully clear that she had never even seen such food before.

His heart ached for her.

The more he learned about Olivia's suffering, the heavier his heart became.

But he composed himself and walked over to her, saying warmly, "This is all for you… Why just touch it? You can eat as much as you want!!!"

"Aren't you going to eat?" Olivia asked innocently.

Brixton smiled gently and replied, "Of course, I will… Do you think you can finish all this food alone?"

"No… That's why I asked… Otherwise, it would go to waste!!!" Olivia pouted.

Brixton smiled and then placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the couch.

He then sat beside her and served food onto a plate for her before serving himself.

The two of them ate together.

After finishing their meal, Brixton picked up a small package from the couch beside him and handed it to Olivia.

Confused, Olivia looked at him and asked, "What is this?"

"See for yourself!" Brixton said in a gentle tone, handing her the package.

Olivia opened it and found a box inside.

When she opened the box, she discovered the latest model of a smartphone.

Her face lit up with excitement as she looked at Brixton and exclaimed, "A phone… For me?!"

Brixton smiled and nodded.

Overjoyed, Olivia hugged him tightly and said, "Thank you!"

Brixton hugged her back, but suddenly, Olivia pulled herself away, pouted, and said, "But I don't know how to use it!"

Even though she knew how to use a laptop, she had never used a phone before—because she had never owned one.

Hearing this, Brixton gently reassured her, "That's okay… I'll teach you right now. Using a phone is much easier than using a laptop… Since you know how to use a laptop, you'll learn this in no time!"

Hearing this, Olivia beamed with happiness, and Brixton started teaching her how to use the phone.

As she was learning, Olivia gradually leaned her head against Brixton's shoulder and drifted off to sleep on the couch.

Seeing this, a soft smile spread across Brixton's face.

He gently took the phone from her hands and carried her in a bridal style to the bed.

He carefully laid her down and covered her with a warm quilt.

Then, he climbed into bed beside her, hugging her gently.

For the first time in 17 years, he longed for a peaceful sleep.

In these last 17 years, he has even suffered from insomnia and never had a peaceful sleep.

A few moments later, Brixton also fell asleep.

Two hours later…

The ringing of Brixton's phone suddenly woke him up.

Being a light sleeper with sharp senses, he reacted instantly.

Quickly, he pressed the volume button to silence the phone so Olivia's sleep wouldn't be disturbed.

He then sat up and saw that the call was from Mark.

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Why Mark called Brixton?

Were Olivia's injuries really got healed from that ointment, or is there another secret to it?

Who is Alex and why will he decide the punishment of Olivia's culprits with Brixton?

What was Brixton trying to hide from olivia?

How will the meeting of Olivia with Her Grandparents go?

How will they react upon meeting Olivia?

To be continued...

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