Chapter 12 What Right Do You Have?
Olivia felt a wave of relief wash over her. Bianca had autism, which made her less sensitive to emotions and often lose in her own world.
Otherwise, seeing Michael treat others better than her would have been heartbreaking.
The breakfast tasted like cardboard to Olivia, but it was Bianca's favorite.
Bianca sat in her high chair, slowly sipping her porridge with a small spoon. Tugging at Olivia's sleeve, she said, "Mommy, I don't want to play with him..."
Despite her autism, Bianca was smart and perceptive. She recognized Aiden, who often made Olivia very upset.
Olivia gently patted her head, comforting her, "That's okay, sweetie. You don't have to play with him. Just take your time eating, we're not in a rush..."
She hoped that by eating slowly, Aiden would get bored and go play by himself.
But reality disappointed Olivia.
After half an hour, they left the dining room, and Aiden was still there, waiting.
Seeing them, Aiden enthusiastically pulled out a bunch of toys from his bag, calling out, "Bianca, you're finally done eating! Look! These are all toys Uncle Michael said you'd like. You'll love them..."
Aiden was overly enthusiastic.
Olivia's face turned cold at the sight. Bianca buried her head in Olivia's arms, ignoring him.
Michael, seeing Aiden being ignored, frowned and scolded, "Bianca, where are your manners? Aiden is being nice and wants to play with you. Why can't you even respond?"
Bianca remained silent, as if she hadn't heard him.
Frustrated, Michael turned his anger towards Olivia, "Is this how you teach her?"
Olivia's gaze was icy as she met his eyes, "I teach Bianca to keep her distance from people who mean her harm. Is there a problem with that? She has the right to choose her friends. Who are you to force her?"
Michael's face darkened with anger, "Do you really need to be so hostile towards a child? Aiden is only four. Why do you have such a big grudge against him?"
Olivia opened her mouth but decided it wasn't worth explaining.
He wouldn't believe her anyway. The harsh words from the funeral were still fresh in her mind; she didn't want to invite more trouble.
All she could do was protect Bianca and keep Aiden away from her.
With that thought, Olivia said no more and took Bianca back to their room.
Michael angrily shouted after her, "Olivia, stop right there!"
But Olivia didn't even look back.
"Uncle Michael, does Aunt Olivia hate me?" Aiden asked, pretending to be sad, his eyes downcast, acting very convincingly.
Michael, feeling sorry for him, immediately picked him up, "Aiden, don't mind her. You're a good boy, and I like you very much. If Bianca doesn't want to play with you, I'll take you to her playroom. There are lots of toys there, and you can play with anything you want."
Cheered up by Michael's words, Aiden smiled, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Michael..."
Soon, Michael took Aiden to the playroom on the second floor.
When Aiden saw it, he was secretly displeased. That idiot Bianca had such a big playroom!
But he hid his feelings, pretending to be delighted, "Wow, your playroom is huge! It looks so fun. Bianca is so lucky. Can I really play with everything?"
"Of course, as long as you like it," Michael said, ruffling his hair gently. "Go ahead!"
Aiden nodded and quickly dove in.
Michael didn't stay, heading to his study to handle some work.
As soon as Michael left, Aiden started wreaking havoc, knocking things over and making a huge mess.
Two hours later, the noise was significant.
Olivia, in her room with Bianca watching cartoons, heard the commotion and immediately went to check.
When she saw the state of the playroom, she was stunned.
Bianca's beloved playroom was in chaos.
The beautiful Christmas tree was maliciously knocked over and trampled, and the cute dolls were scattered everywhere.
Worst of all, Bianca's carefully built block castle was completely destroyed, with thousands of pieces scattered all over.
Olivia remembered how happy Bianca had been about that castle for days.
Now...
Fury surged through her as she stormed into the room, yelling at Aiden, "Who let you in here? This isn't your house. Didn't anyone teach you to be polite in someone else's home?"
Aiden looked at her with indifference, making a face and saying, "Daddy Michael let me in. It's none of your business! This place will be mine eventually anyway."
Olivia was in disbelief. She never imagined a child could be so ill-mannered.
And Aiden kept calling Michael Daddy so affectionately, even saying this place would be his.
Did Michael think the same, which was why he brought Aiden here?
Olivia was trembling with anger.
But regardless of the situation, they were still married. She would not tolerate Aiden's behavior.
"Get out. You're not welcome here," Olivia said, grabbing his hand and dragging him out.
Aiden struggled, "Let go of me! I'm not leaving. Who do you think you are to kick me out?"
He started screaming, "Uncle Michael... Uncle Michael..."
In the study, Michael heard the commotion and came out to see what was happening.
Seeing them struggling, he frowned and asked, "What's going on here?"
Before Olivia could respond, Aiden ran to Michael, crying and complaining, "Uncle Michael, Aunt Olivia won't let me play inside and is trying to kick me out."
Michael's face darkened, his eyes cold, "Olivia, don't you think you're going too far? Targeting a four-year-old repeatedly, is that fun for you?"
Olivia, holding back her anger, gritted her teeth, "Why don't you go see what he's done to Bianca's things?"
Michael frowned and walked over to look.
The playroom was a mess, nothing like its usual tidy state.
Michael frowned deeply and sternly said to Aiden, "Aiden, this is not okay!"