Even After Death Novel (Olivia) novel Chapter 1143

Krystal bulldozed at Yale, hitting him while shouting, "This is a trap!"

He let her be, showing no sign of fighting back.

Tatiana pulled Krystal in an attempt to stop her.

Mason's expression was grim because he had guessed the consequences ahead.

He had figured that Ethan wouldn't fall for the trap, but he didn't expect Yale to be this daring to touch his daughter!

However, it happened under Krystal's consent. Thus, Yale appeared to be the passive party.

"Now that things have turned out this way, I'm willing to take responsibility for Krystal."

Krystal charged at him like a mad woman upon hearing that. "What did you say? I don't need that!"

"I'm a man. I'm not that cruel, Krystal."

Furious, she scratched his face.

"Enough! Put on your clothes and leave the talking to later." Mason couldn't stand it any longer.

Tear-stricken, Krystal turned around, only to realize Olivia was watching the show.

Krystal threw a pillow at Olivia in a fit of fury. "What are you looking at, bitch? Leave!"

Crossing her arms, Olivia moved her head sideway to dodge the attack.

She stifled a smile and asked genuinely, "I heard you crying, Ms. Heath. What happened? Do you need my help?"

Krystal would never buy that. She was certain that Olivia was here to watch a show. "Leave! We don't need you here!"

Linus quickly chastised her, "Shut up!"

He then looked at Olivia apologetically. "Just some family matters. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Olivia expressed indifferently, "Mr. Heath, you haven't fully recovered. Please avoid as much emotional stress as possible."

"Ms. Heath is a simple woman, so she's easily deceived. She's not the one to be blamed. She didn't ask for that either."

He was surprised by her reaction. "She keeps putting you in a difficult position, but you're still putting in a good word for her? Sigh …"

Olivia crouched next to him with a smile. "Why should I fight with a spoiled kid? Since you have to deal with that matter as soon as possible, I shall make you some pasta real quick."

"Anything will do."

She went to the yard to pluck some herbs to be added. She also fried a piece of steak to add the finishing touch.

It was simple, but it smelled good.

"Your cooking never fails to work up my appetite."

It wasn't a complicated dish, but the home-cooked meal made him salivate.

Mason stared at the mature Olivia, wondering how good it would be if she was his daughter.