Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 569 - : 198: The Mystery of Olivia Cooper’s Origins (Eleventh Update) _5

Chapter 569: 198: The Mystery of Olivia Cooper’s Origins (Eleventh Update) _5

“I’m sorry, sister. It was an accident.”

Viola Thompson looked at the little girl in front of her, feeling subconsciously that she looked familiar.

A moment.

She suddenly realized that this was Aunt Zhang’s adopted daughter.

Olivia Cooper.

“It’s fine.” Viola gave a faint smile, “Bread, don’t scare the child.”

Hearing Viola’s words, Bread retreated a few steps.

Olivia looked up at Viola, her first impression was that this sister looked gorgeous, then she noticed the wonton soup on Viola’s clothes and immediately apologized, “I’m sorry sister, I spilled the wonton soup on you!”

“It wasn’t on purpose.”

“What’s your name, little friend?” Viola asked.

“Liu, Olivia Cooper.” Olivia answered.

It was indeed Aunt Zhang’s adopted daughter.

Viola frowned imperceptibly, her eyes falling on Olivia’s head, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

Olivia had two swirls on her head.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Viola nodded slightly, then observed Olivia’s eyebrows and eyes without a trace, “Olivia, how old are you this year?”

Pearl had been missing when she was two years old.

After so many years, her facial features must have changed.

Viola couldn’t be sure if the child in front of her was Pearl.

“Ten, twelve.”

Twelve years old.

The age didn’t seem to match.

Barbara Will’s lost daughter, Pearl, would be fourteen years old this year.

However, it couldn’t be ruled out that child traffickers would change the actual age.

Olivia looked apprehensive, “Sister, how much did your clothes cost? I, I’ll pay you.”

Actually, she didn’t have any money.

Although her father would occasionally give her some money, her mother would take it away as soon as she found out.

Although she didn’t have any money, Olivia would find a way.

“Sister doesn’t need you to pay.” Viola continued, “Do you like milk tea? Let me treat you to one.”

Hearing the words “milk tea,” Olivia’s eyes brightened at first but quickly dimmed again, “Thank you, sister, but I don’t want any.”

Viola said, “Then, could you help me hold my dog for a while? I want to have milk tea, but the pet shop doesn’t allow pets inside. Can you help me?”

Olivia hesitated for a moment.

This dog was too big.

She was a little scared.

Viola added, “Don’t worry, its name is Bread, and it has a very gentle temperament. It’s also wearing a muzzle, so it won’t bite.”

Olivia cautiously reached out her hand and took the leash.

She thought the dog would struggle.

But Bread just sat quietly on the ground, perhaps knowing Olivia was afraid of it, doing its best not to make any noise.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

About seven or eight minutes later.

Viola came out holding two cups of milk tea.

“Olivia, this is for you. Thank you for helping me watch Bread.”

“Thank you, sister, but I can’t take it.” Olivia stepped back a few paces.

“It’s fine, just take it.” Viola stuffed the milk tea into Olivia’s hand, “If you don’t want it, just throw it in the trash can! Anyway, I already bought it.”

As Viola pressed down on Olivia’s arm, Olivia instinctively hissed.

She had just been beaten last night.

Almost every part of her body was injured except for her face.

Viola had accidentally pressed on her wound.

It hurt a lot.

“What’s wrong?” Viola asked with concern.

“I’m fine.” Olivia shook her head.

Viola, however, felt something was off. Olivia’s reaction was subconscious, indicating that she must be injured on her body.

“Can you let sister take a look at your arm?” Viola asked.

Olivia said, “Sister, I’m really fine.”

Viola continued, “Let me have a look, I’m a doctor. If there’s anything uncomfortable, I may be able to help you.”

“Sister, do you have any painkillers?” asked Olivia, looking up at Viola.

It hurt too much every time she was beaten.

She had heard that just taking one painkiller would stop the pain.

“Let me see your arm first.”

Olivia hesitated for a moment before rolling up her sleeve.

Her arm was covered in bruises.

It was a shocking sight.

Viola frowned slightly, “Who did this to you?”