The Beginning Of All Sins

“Someone at school took pictures of you dropping me off and posted them on the school’s forum. They say that you’re my… sugar daddy,” Olivia finally revealed.

Tyler’s expression turned grim as he processed the information. “When did this happen?”

Olivia’s voice was almost inaudible. “Two days ago.”

His expression hardened even further. “Why did you only tell me that now?”

She released her grip on his wrist.

“Were you not going to tell me if I didn’t ask?” Tyler fixed her with a stern gaze. “Wait here,” he ordered, then stepped aside to make a phone call. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Olivia stood there, unsure of how he would handle the situation. She listened as he inquired about the situation on the phone with the school director, his tone firm and unwavering.

Even from a distance, Olivia could hear the school director explaining the situation to Tyler. He listened attentively at first, but after a couple of minutes, his tone grew sharp and demanding.

“You must solve this today. I don’t want such a rumor to spread in the school again,” he commanded before hanging up.

Tyler walked back towards Olivia with a cold expression. He let out a sigh after a moment. “Come with me.”

Confused but obedient, Olivia followed him upstairs. He was already seated in a chair, smoking, when she entered the room. He frowned and extinguished the cigarette, releasing a puff of smoke..

In silence, they sat there together. Tyler initially avoided looking at Olivia, instead focusing on the remnant embers in the ashtray.

Olivia struggled to find words to address the situation, realizing how distant she had been from him. in recent days.

Finally, Tyler lifted his gaze to meet hers. In the next moment, he grabbed her wrist forcefully, pulling her towards him. Olivia instinctively tried to break free, but he clasped the back of her neck. and pressed her face into his neck.

It was an intimate gesture that left Olivia still and breathless. She collapsed like a melted candle in his embrace, her soft sobs barely audible.

Tyler felt the shock and humiliation she had endured over the past few days. He shifted his hand from the back of her neck to her head, shutting his eyes as he listened to her quiet cries.

She was someone who dared not even cry too loud, so how would she tell him what she had gone through?

Olivia clung to him like a frightened bird, her hand resting weakly on his chest but no longer

struggling. She finally gave up after realizing that he was hugging her tighter and tighter. She sobbed close to his car.

In the dimly lit room, Tyler whispered into her ear, “You should’ve told me, understand?” His voice carried a blend of reproach and subtle empathy.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Olivia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.