Chapter 318 Mrs. Windsor, Why Do You Have So Many Painkillers?
Early in the morning, Oliver woke up.
Sarah, who had been beside him, was already gone, leaving behind just a faint scent of shampoo. But Oliver could still hear her soft murmurs from downstairs.
Overnight, the tulips in the courtyard had bloomed early. The garden was now filled with delicate flowers, their faint fragrance hinting at the early arrival of spring.
Sarah was holding Jacob. She picked a tulip and let Jacob smell it, hoping he'd remember this scent so that every year when the tulips bloomed, he'd think of the days they spent together.
On the second-floor terrace, Oliver leaned against the railing, quietly watching.
The scene was so warm that it almost smoothed over the anger from his years in prison and nearly erased the helplessness of losing his father. This warmth almost softened his heart, making him want to indulge in this tenderness. Having his wife and child by his side was so wonderful. Life could be so happy, but unfortunately, life had no "what ifs."
On the bedside table in the bedroom, his phone kept ringing. Oliver frowned, turned, and went into the bedroom to answer the call. It was from a private detective.
The person briefly said, "Mr. Windsor, Dylan did not go to Switzerland."
Oliver's expression turned cold, "Where did he go?"
The person hesitated and said, "For now, his whereabouts are unknown."
"Keep looking!" Oliver hung up. His long fingers gently stroked the phone, and his previously softened heart hardened again.
Oliver treated Sarah very coldly. He no longer clung to her for sex like he did in Vesper City, and he came home very late every night.
Sarah didn't mind. She had many things to arrange and prepare, none of which included Oliver.
A week later, Sarah took Olivia shopping, saying it was to buy clothes for Jacob. Olivia also wanted to shop. However, she was surprised to find that Sarah not only bought clothes for Jacob to wear now but also clothes for when he was two, three, and even ten years old. She bought hundreds of pieces, which was just not right.
Olivia sensed something was off. She pulled Sarah aside and whispered, "Mrs. Windsor, even if these are on sale, they'll be out of style in a few years. Jacob will grow up to be fashionable and won't want to wear these outdated clothes."
Sarah was momentarily dazed. She told Olivia, "If Jacob doesn't want to wear them then, we can donate them."
Olivia didn't argue further. That day, she felt Sarah was acting strange. Not only did she take her shopping, but she also took her for coffee at a very upscale café, the kind with screens at each booth.
Olivia wasn't really into coffee. She thought it didn't taste all that special.
Feeling a bit awkward, Olivia said, "Mrs. Windsor, this fancy coffee really is different from instant coffee! Just one sip, and I feel like royalty."
Sarah just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.
Olivia then blurted out her true feelings, "Honestly, it doesn't taste good at all!"
Sarah replied softly, "You'll get used to it."
As she spoke, she pulled out two bank cards from her handbag and gently slid them over to Olivia.
Olivia was taken aback. Sarah held her hand, and Olivia's hand started trembling.
Sarah said softly, "These two bank cards have all my savings. One has $800,000 for your retirement, and the other has $8 million for Jacob. Olivia, I trust you. Save it for Jacob. If anything happens in the future, this money will make sure he's taken care of."
Hearing this, Olivia felt uneasy, "Mrs. Windsor, you should save this money for Jacob yourself. How can I accept it?"
Sarah felt a pang of bitterness but kept her cool. She even calmly drank half a cup of coffee.
Then she spoke gently, "You know Mr. Windsor is pretty aggressive and has made a lot of enemies. If something happens one day, I might not end up well either."
Olivia couldn't take it anymore and wouldn't let Sarah continue. She also refused to accept the bank cards. In their struggle, Sarah's handbag fell, scattering dozens of white pills.
Olivia didn't recognize most of the medications, but she knew those were painkillers.
Olivia stared at them for a long time, then looked up at Sarah and softly asked, "Mrs. Windsor, why do you have so many painkillers?"
Sarah bent down and picked up the pills one by one.
She softly said, "Stomach pain! My stomach hasn't been well lately."
This explanation seemed reasonable. Olivia was convinced. She helped Sarah pick up the painkillers and advised, "Mrs. Windsor, now that you're back in Evergreen City, you can live a peaceful life. Even for Jacob's sake, you should take extra care of yourself."
Olivia knew Sarah had unspoken troubles.
Olivia whispered, "Mr. Windsor has a bad temper. Sometimes, if you go along with him, life will be easier."
Sarah knew she meant well and softly agreed.
At Sarah's repeated request, Olivia temporarily kept the two bank cards for safekeeping. She told Sarah, "Mrs. Windsor, if you trust me, I'll keep them for now. When you feel better, you can take them back!"
Olivia thought Sarah was troubled, maybe even suffering from depression.
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