From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 259

Olivia Bennett felt her eyes welling up with tears again before she even realized it.

Damian Franklin reached over to comfort her. “Hey, don’t worry, okay? It’s all behind us now. Things are finally looking up.”

But Olivia couldn’t bring herself to smile. She tilted her head back, determined to keep the tears from falling.

“So, who was that friend of his?” she asked.

“He’s already passed away,” Damian replied, a troubled look crossing his face. “Otherwise, I could’ve tried to get some answers out of him, maybe even some evidence.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “You know, I always thought he was just a little reckless, but at least basically decent. Never, in a million years, did I expect someone I practically watched grow up to turn out so completely heartless and cruel.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Guess I’m just a terrible judge of character. Didn’t see the warning signs, and it ended up hurting me, your mother, and dragged you into it too.”

Olivia’s tears finally escaped, and she quickly wiped them away, shaking her head, her voice thick with emotion. “None of this is your fault.”

No, the real blame belonged to Mason Bennett.

He was a master of pretense.

He’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted—even if it meant betraying his own flesh and blood.

Damian noticed Olivia’s composure starting to crumble again and looked at her gently. “Let’s not talk about it anymore, okay?”

Olivia breathed out slowly, trying to steady herself.

Damian continued, “I’m honestly so glad you turned out the way you did, even with your parents gone. But at the same time, I feel so guilty for not being able to give you the life you deserved.”

“Nana took great care of me,” Olivia replied quietly.

Damian nodded. “I visited her grave once, you know.”

Olivia blinked, surprised.

Suddenly, there was a stir from the bed.

Beatty opened her eyes, still groggy, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling with a confused frown before letting out a faint whimper.

Everyone’s attention snapped to her at once.

Damian rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. “Beatty?”

“I’ll keep giving Olivia more gifts,” Beatty said, her eyes shining.

Helen Adams used to tell her that their eyes looked alike.

Olivia had always brushed it off as just a coincidence, but seeing her mother now, she realized it was true.

She took a breath, her lashes fluttering. “Alright. I’ll look forward to it.”

Beatty reached for Damian’s sleeve. “Give Olivia more presents.”

Damian played along, “Anything you want to give, we’ll give it to her.”

Beatty smiled even wider and pushed the blanket aside. “I want to get up.”

Olivia and Damian each took an arm, steadying her as she stood.

Damian knew she wouldn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer, so he turned to Ethan Carter and Olivia. “Beatty’s awake now. Let’s get her home.”

Just then, Beatty seemed to realize where she was. She looked around, her face suddenly changing. She quickly hid behind Olivia, her voice plaintive. “Damian’s mean—don’t let them give me a shot! I’m not sick! I don’t want a shot!”