Chapter 380 Oliver Knows the Truth
Oliver read the message five times, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
At the end, there was a photo attached. It showed the original owner of the item being auctioned—a pretty well-known obstetrician. Oliver thought he looked familiar.
He stared at it for a couple of minutes before it clicked. This was the doctor who had done a prenatal checkup for Sarah.
Back then, Oliver hadn't heard the results. Sarah had told him the baby was fine and developing well, and he had believed her.
Now, it seemed, maybe not.
Oliver suddenly stood up. He walked to the foyer, grabbed a coat, picked up his car keys, and was about to head out when Ellie shouted from behind, "Where are you going this late? The snow outside is all frozen. Oliver, are you out of your mind?"
She rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Are you going to find her? She's already gone! She won't come back! You were the one who said you wanted to break up with her. You promised to marry me, Oliver, have you forgotten?"
Oliver brushed off Ellie's hand. He quickly walked through the foyer, and soon, the black Cayenne outside was speeding away.
The moonlight was cold, the snow hadn't melted, and it weighed down the pine branches, making creaking sounds as the wind blew.
The black car sped away, leaving deep tracks and a screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the ground.
Ellie stood at the foyer, quietly watching Oliver drive away. At that moment, her sexy dress looked ridiculous.
Ellie muttered to herself, "I can't keep him. I should have known I couldn't keep him! But after just a few days of peace, he's already eager to find her again. What kind of magic does that bitch have that makes him miss her so much?"
A servant feigned concern, "Ms. Johnson, dinner is getting cold! Even if Mr. Windsor isn't here, you should still eat well to keep your sexy figure."
Ellie sneered, "No matter how beautiful a woman is in front of him now, it doesn't matter! His eyes are only on that bitch."
The servant touched her nose, feeling disgusted, 'Who's the real bitch? Aren't you the homewrecker?'
She didn't try to persuade anymore, but Ellie, feeling furious, went back to the dining room and flipped the table over. The sumptuous meal and expensive porcelain shattered.
The mess was hard to clean up.
The servants appeared obedient but felt disgusted inside.
That night, Oliver returned home.
Sarah was long gone. The villa was pitch dark inside and out, and the heating was naturally off. The living room was even colder than outside.
Oliver turned on the switch.
The lights suddenly came on.
The living room hadn't changed much; it was still the same as before, but it felt cold because no one lived there. He stared at it for a while before heading upstairs.
Along the way, he turned on all the lights. The large villa was brightly lit but still felt cold and lonely.
Oliver walked into the master bedroom. The room was very clean, and the bed sheets were neatly folded. He could even smell the fragrance on the sheets, which belonged to Sarah.
In the walk-in closet, there was a white shirt hanging, the one he wore last time, still unwashed.
Probably because it had been a while, the collar was slightly yellowed.
Oliver stared at it for a long time.
Then, he opened the cabinet where Sarah kept her things. The expensive clothes and jewelry he had given her were all gone, not a single piece left. Only a few nightgowns she had worn were hanging there.
On those intimate nights, she wore them while lying on him, making love. So, she didn't want them anymore.
Oliver closed the cabinet door and walked out. He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Thin smoke rose, blurring his eyes.
He knew Sarah wasn't materialistic; she wouldn't care about these expensive items.
The fact that these things were gone could only mean one thing: she had sold them all.
Oliver's long fingers held the white cigarette. He took a deep drag, lifted his chin slightly, and finished the last puff. He lowered his head, about to stub out the cigarette, when he accidentally saw the drawer of the bedside table. The drawer was slightly open, and inside, there seemed to be a small white bottle.
Oliver, with the cigarette in his mouth, reached out to open the drawer and picked up the small bottle to examine it. It was a type of abortion medication.
Oliver stared at the small print, his facial muscles tense, his cheeks deeply sunken, and he had to clench his teeth to control himself.
He remembered that morning. That day, Sarah was particularly compliant, clinging to him in the walk-in closet, making love to him. Usually, she wouldn't want to make love anywhere but the bed, but that day she was overly enthusiastic. Later, he went to the bathroom. That’s definitely when Sarah took the abortion pills! She did it on purpose to provoke him.
Oliver gripped the bottle tightly and dialed Zoey's number. His voice was devoid of any emotion, "Come to the villa! I mean the villa where Sarah and I lived."
On the other end, Zoey felt a bit nervous.
What did Oliver know?
Zoey felt uneasy but still drove over at night. By the time she arrived, her back was drenched in cold sweat.