CHAPTER 083
OLIVIA’S POV
“Alright, Mrs. Westwood, shall we?” the woman said, placing a neat stack of papers on the table directly in front of Julian and me.
I blinked, confusion creasing my brow. “How did you know my last name? I never told you that.”
Even to my own ears, my voice sounded uncertain. I wasn’t being confrontational- just genuinely surprised. From the way her lips curved slightly, I could tell she had been expecting that question.
“Well,” she began with a small, almost amused shrug, “everyone knows the famous wife of Adrian Westwood.” Then, with a slight pause and a raised eyebrow, she added, ” Or should I say ex–wife?”
Her tone had shifted ever so slightly–more curious now, though still polite. For al moment, a heavy silence settled over the room. I could feel Julian’s gaze flicker toward me, probably wondering how I would respond to that…
“Well… soon–to–be ex–wife,” I said finally, my voice dropping a little. Saying it out loud still felt odd, like my tongue had yet to get used to the words.
“Mmm, I see,” she replied, her tone neutral as she nodded, but I didn’t miss the flicker of judgment–or maybe just curiosity–that crossed her face before she returned her attention to Julian.
“And let’s not leave out you, Mr. Blake,” she said, straightening her back. “Though | must admit, the rumors floating around about you and Mrs. Westwood haven’t exactly been… Appropriate.” She adjusted her glasses and gave us both a firm look. “But that‘ s not why we’re here. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
Oh boy. Here came the part I’d been dreading–the truth.
I heard Julian clear his throat and shift in his chair, clearly gearing up for the awkward confession we were about to make. He glanced at me again, and I met his eyes before subtly nodding and gesturing with my head. No way was I doing the talking–he started this mess.
He sighed and finally spoke, “Well, uhmm… Mrs.?”
“You can call me Mrs. Lambert,” she interjected.
“Okay, Mrs. Lambert,” Julian continued, still trying to sound composed. “There was a small misunderstanding with this whole thing”
She raised an eyebrow.
Successfully unlocked!
“Yes, well, you see,” I jumped in, deciding to help him out–sort of. “We’re just friends. And where I come from, friends don’t usually adopt children together. So, he might
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have… made a mistake when he said we were here to adopt.” I gave Julian a quick side glance. Yes, I absolutely pinned the blame on him. He was the one who blurted it out at the gate without any warning.
Mrs. Lambert blinked slowly. “I don’t understand. What exactly are you trying to say?”
“We didn’t come here to adopt.” Julian said, this time more firmly.
“We didn’t do any of those because we came here for a different reason. We wanted to find out something.” I said, trying my best to stay composed even as tension slowly filled the room.
“Something else?” Her brows furrowed. “So you tricked us into letting you in just because you wanted to find out something else? Do you realize I’m supposed to be aring for the children right now?” she snapped, her voice rising an octave as she began stumping her index finger to the desk repeatedly. The sound echoed through
Mrs. Lambert glared at me, clearly unimpressed with my apology. Her hand moved toward the telephone beside her, lifting it with purpose and dialing a number swiftly, each button press deliberate and final
“Please…” I said suddenly, and the words that came next poured out of me without forethought, born of sheer desperation. “I really need your help. I was an orphan here. I only recently discovered I was adopted, and I came here hoping I could find out something–anything–about my biological parents”
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