"Nathan, what did you mean just now when you said ’I didn’t’?" Olivia Zane asked with a smile, actually aiming to distract Nathan Moore’s attention.
This morning, Chun Ya had reported to her, last night she’d secretly pressed against the door and overheard the conversation between Aunt Liu and Titus Zane.
Therefore, Olivia knew that Titus was injured by Nathan Moore.
However, she couldn’t find happiness in that fact at all.
Being injured in a private area showed just how intense last night’s actions were.
She wished for Titus to be punished, but not in this manner.
Her own man, pressing the sister she hated the most onto the bed every night, is something no woman would want to see.
Nathan Moore picked up his coffee and took a light sip, "I didn’t drink any alcohol."
"Ah?" Olivia thought she’d heard wrong, curious about the reason Nathan Moore punished Titus last night.
After the two left in the morning, she called Daniel Armstrong... Olivia knew that based on the feelings Daniel had for her, he definitely wouldn’t let off the person who caused her to sit in a wheelchair, but just then—
Olivia hadn’t expected Titus to return unscathed, and later when she called Daniel Armstrong, he also refused to answer the phone.
Just as she was about to probe for more information, she saw Nathan Moore turn his head and give a command to the kitchen.
"Aunt Liu, let’s start the meal."
It was evident that he didn’t want to talk more about last night’s events.
Olivia was always adept at reading the room, and she called out to the hall with a smile.
"Sister, breakfast is ready."
Titus Zane finished the wine in her goblet in one gulp and then got up to come over.
Nathan Moore, holding his coffee cup, took a slow sip, but his lowered gaze was fixed on between Titus’s legs.
Titus was injured, but not too severely.
It’s unavoidable for a man to cause tearing when being rough.
Last night, after Aunt Liu returned to her room, still worried, she found some anti-inflammatory ointment and stealthily gave it to her.
Titus, no matter how self-destructive, wouldn’t mistreat her own body, so, after taking a bath, she applied the ointment, and now...
That area was a little painful and slightly itchy, probably meaning it was healing.
It wasn’t until Titus sat in her own place that Nathan Moore put down his coffee, just as Aunt Liu and Chun Ya came out with breakfast, placing it on the table.
Nathan Moore took the initiative, dishing up a bowl of white porridge for Olivia Zane, then picked up an empty bowl, filled it, and placed it on the table before taking a third empty bowl and serving himself.
Picking up his chopsticks, he began to eat at a leisurely pace.
Titus glanced at the bowl of white porridge on the table, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled it in front of herself, her movements a bit forceful.
Olivia, as always, helped Nathan to serve the side dishes, feeling a mix of emotions inside.
Nathan... he actually took the initiative to serve porridge for Titus... This was not a good sign.
After arranging the side dishes for Nathan Moore, Olivia Zane handed over her milk to Titus with a smile, saying, "Sister, have a glass of milk. You look so pale, you should drink more milk to get some protein."
Olivia smiled innocently, watching Titus awkwardly eye the milky viscous liquid in front of her. Titus made an "uh" sound, put down her chopsticks, and rushed to the washroom with her hand over her mouth.
"Nathan, what’s wrong with my sister?" Olivia asked, puzzled.
Nathan Moore looked at her, his obsidian eyes devoid of the tenderness from before, scrutinizing her closely, then the inquisitive look disappeared as quickly as it had come, and he lowered his gaze to bite into a piece of crispy cucumber, his expression indifferent.
Since that time, seeing milk made Titus nauseous, and in this villa, it shouldn’t be a secret any longer.
Even Aunt Liu was aware; Olivia Zane surely must know.