Chapter 6 Take Care of Jennifer?

Seeing Cameron in this familiar outfit, the pent-up frustration in Olivia's heart miraculously eased a bit.

Her fingers, gripping the trash, turned slightly white, and she couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile, a hint of joy she hadn't even noticed herself.

Just as she was about to speak, a slender figure slowly emerged from behind him.

It was her cousin, Jennifer.

The joy in Olivia's eyes instantly froze.

Jennifer was wearing a loose cotton dress, handing a coat to Cameron, her right hand affectionately resting on his arm, while her left hand naturally caressed her small belly.

When she looked at Olivia, her face wore a gentle smile, but her eyes were filled with undisguised provocation.

"Olivia's back."

She spoke softly, with the air of a hostess.

Olivia's knuckles turned white as she forced her gaze away from Jennifer's belly, only to notice several shopping bags piled on the living room table.

Inside were brand new baby items—bottles, diapers, and some small, cute baby clothes.

It stung her eyes.

So that's how it is.

Olivia swallowed her tears, the ridiculous hope in her heart crushed to pieces.

A wave of coldness enveloped her entire being.

She turned to dispose of the trash, took a deep breath, and walked upstairs, her eyes fixed on Cameron, her voice calm. "Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you."

Seeing her come up, Jennifer didn't avoid the situation; instead, she clung even closer to Cameron, directly holding his arm.

Cameron remained indifferent, his expression calm, his deep eyes fixed on Olivia.

Suppressing the emotions churning inside her, Olivia spoke again, "Let's discuss the divorce. Don't worry, it won't take long."

Cameron's brow furrowed slightly, his tone cold. "I have to go on a business trip. We'll talk when I get back."

With that, he put on his coat, bypassed her, and headed downstairs.

As he passed by, he gave her a faint command. "Jennifer will be staying here for the next few days. Take care of her and don't cause any trouble."

His high-handed tone made Olivia feel like she was nothing more than an insignificant servant.

Take care of Jennifer?

Olivia laughed in anger, her chest heaving, resisting the urge to slap him, and asked word by word, "Why should I?"

Cameron stopped, leisurely adjusting his cuff, not even lifting his eyelids, "Think about Justin."

A blatant threat.

Olivia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, the pain bringing her back to reason.

She had come back today to pack her things and leave this "home" that didn't belong to her, not to be Jennifer's unpaid nanny!

"Cameron, don't push it!" Olivia gritted her teeth, "Does she really short on people to take care of her? Why does it have to be me?"

Perhaps her tone was too resolute, Cameron frowned again, feeling a bit impatient with her disobedience.

He turned back, looking at her coldly. "If you don't want to stay here, you can leave. I think Jared would be happy to take you in."

His casual words were like sharp nails, pinning Olivia to the spot.

So he had seen her interaction with Jared, knew that Jared had brought her back tonight.

But Jared was his best friend, someone he had grown up with.

And he could say such shameless words.

The feeling of grievance and humiliation surged in Olivia's heart, breaking her last defense. Her eyes reddened, tears welling up.

She and Justin had no home anymore; besides here, where else could she go?

Olivia opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't say a word.

At that moment, Cameron's assistant came out of the bedroom, having packed up, and walked over quickly, bowing slightly to remind him respectfully.

"Mr. Hayes, we're running out of time. We need to head to the airport."

Cameron responded with a "Hmm," not giving Olivia another glance.

He turned to Jennifer beside him, his expression gentle. "I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

Jennifer's cheeks flushed, her eyes like water, obediently nodding, "Take care on the road. Let me know when you arrive."

"Okay."

Cameron replied, heading downstairs with his assistant.

The door closed with a dull thud.

With Cameron gone, the oppressive atmosphere in the house became somewhat eerie.

Jennifer's gentle and considerate demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold sneer, her tone filled with undisguised malice and satisfaction.

"Alright, he's gone. Why are you still pretending?"

Olivia snapped back to reality, glaring at her coldly, "You couldn't wait to move in? Couldn't even wait for us to get divorced?"

Jennifer crossed her arms, walking up to her arrogantly, her chin slightly raised, "Yes, I did it on purpose. So what if it's your marital home? As long as I want, I can move in anytime."

Olivia's lips trembled with anger, her reaction only pleasing Jennifer more.

Jennifer looked like a victorious peacock, "I still have dirt on Justin. If you don't want him to spend the rest of his life in prison, you'd better listen to me."

"You really haven't changed a bit!" Olivia's face turned pale, gritting out the words.

Jennifer sneered, "Serve me well, and get the divorce done quickly when Cameron returns, or you'll regret it!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a poisonous needle, piercing Olivia's heart.

Olivia clenched her fists tightly, remaining silent, her eyes filled with emotions that outsiders couldn't understand.

Her silence bored Jennifer, who had hoped to see her break down and beg. What a pity.

Jennifer pursed her lips, losing patience, and ordered imperiously.

"What are you standing there for? Go make my bed! You really can't read the room. No wonder Cameron can't stand you."

With that, she swayed into the master bedroom, her bag on the nightstand, as if declaring her territory.

Olivia lowered her gaze, hiding the cold light in her eyes, and silently walked into the bedroom.

The room still held the familiar scent of her body wash, but now it was to be taken over by Jennifer.

Suppressing her emotions, Olivia quietly began to make the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets.

As she bent down to pick up Jennifer's coat from the sofa, her peripheral vision caught sight of a white piece of paper peeking out from the slightly open zipper of Jennifer's bag.

And on that paper, her name—Olivia—was clearly printed.

Her heart skipped a beat, her movements freezing.

What was this?

Olivia held her breath, silently reaching out, her fingertips trembling slightly, and pulled the folded paper from the bag.

It seemed to be a hospital report.

Without thinking, she was about to unfold it when Jennifer's furious voice rang out—"What are you doing?"