She was kneeling on the ground, looking like she was begging for forgiveness.
Tears were already brimming in Abigail's eyes, making her look pitiful and desperate.
But Olivia just sat there, legs crossed, her face completely indifferent.
"You've really got a knack for dropping to your knees at every turn, don't you?" she remarked coolly.
Olivia leaned forward and grabbed Abigail's chin. "But this move doesn't work on me anymore."
She tightened her grip.
Abigail winced in pain, her tears flowing freely.
Only then did Olivia let go.
Through her sobs, Abigail pleaded, "Olivia, you were born into a life of privilege, where everything you wanted came easily. But I was born into hell. My mother abused me, and even dreaming of a new dress was impossible. Do you have any idea how hard it i
