Chapter 463 Oliver's Counterattack: Nicholas Thrown into Prison!
Nicole ran over, then stopped in her tracks.
Mom looked like she'd been crying.
Her beautiful hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her back as she nestled in Oliver's arms, holding onto him just like Nicole did when she wanted to be cuddled.
Nicole scratched her head, thinking, 'So Mommy likes to be coddled too.'
She was about to approach them when Sarah, afraid to move in her compromised state, spoke with a tremor in her voice, "Oliver, please take her out."
Oliver looked down at her with a soft chuckle. "And what about you? What if she sees you like this?"
Sarah playfully punched his arm.
Oliver temporarily relented and ushered Nicole out of the room.
Silence returned to the bedroom.
Oliver's blue eyes locked onto her, missing nothing. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sarah, you're mine."
Sarah trembled slightly at his words.
Night fell. Sarah had tucked the children into bed.
Oliver sat in the downstairs hall. The warm glow of lamps filled the space while Claire dozed nearby. The sound of a car engine broke the silence, startling Claire awake.
"Who could be visiting at this hour, Mr. Windsor? Someone coming to harm you?"
Oliver gave her a resigned smile.
A figure hurried inside—Eldon, Nicholas's right-hand man.
After Claire went to make tea, Eldon sat beside Oliver, eyeing his bandaged arm. "Matthew really meant business! Mr. Windsor, shouldn't we negotiate with the Moore family? We have leverage against Nicholas, after all."
"Negotiate?" Oliver scoffed.
He gestured to his injured arm. "Look at this. He tried to have me killed. Negotiating now would be like groveling for mercy. When have I ever feared anyone?" He paused. "How are things with Nicholas?"
Eldon bowed his head. "The fifty million was accepted, the property purchased. All the accounts are crystal clear. As one of the heads of the business association, Nicholas can't deny his involvement. The embezzlement charges will stick."
Oliver lit a cigarette, watching the pale blue smoke rise.
"Greed is a bottomless pit," he said with a soft laugh. "I'd like to see how that bastard Matthew saves him now."
Eldon felt a chill run through him. Compared to the Moore family, Mr. Windsor was far more ruthless.
A week later, Sarah took Nicole shopping.
There was a new toy duck that all the other children had, and Nicole wanted one too. Sarah, always indulgent with her, didn't hesitate.
Eight bodyguards accompanied them.
Oliver had his security team clear the store first, leaving twenty thousand dollars to buy every duck in stock.
The store owner was ecstatic.
Through the glass storefront, two black sedans were parked outside. Matthew sat in the back seat, quietly watching Sarah and Nicole select toys.
Nicole looked happy.
He remembered how she used to call him "Grandpa."
Now...
Matthew sighed. "Sarah looks at me as if I were a thief. She truly believes I would hurt her."
Aaron, seeing his resolve weakening, quickly advised, "The bond between father and daughter can't be broken. Why not reconcile with Mr. Windsor?"
But Matthew remained unmoved.
Looking at Sarah and Nicole with loving eyes, his words were cold and unfeeling, "Nothing is more important than Nicholas. Without Oliver, Sarah will have no one to depend on. She'll come to her senses and return home. Hestia's right—Nicholas won't come back to us unless Sarah returns."
Aaron was horrified.
"Mr. Moore..." he began, but Matthew silenced him with a look.
At that moment, Sarah emerged with Nicole, who clutched a brood of yellow ducks to her chest. Despite her dress becoming damp with sweat, she refused to loosen her grip on her treasures.
Suddenly, Sarah spotted Matthew.
Nicole saw him too and, remarkably, remembered him. "Grandpa," she called out in her sweet voice.
The word nearly broke Matthew's heart.
As he moved to exit the car, Sarah quickly lifted Nicole into her arms. A bodyguard opened their car door, and Sarah hurried inside.
The black door closed, cutting off Matthew's view.
His heart ached. "She truly hates me. Is Oliver really so important to her? Has she forgotten how he hurt her? She's as devoted to her husband as Hestia is."
Aaron remained silent.
Inside the car, Nicole cupped Sarah's face. "Don't cry, Mommy."
Sarah, not wanting to worry her daughter, forced a smile and kissed her. "Mommy's not crying. The wind just got in my eyes."
Nicole accepted this explanation, but once they arrived home, she told Oliver that her mother had been crying.
It was late at night.
After settling the children, Sarah tended to Oliver's wound as usual. His doctor said the stitches could come out in a few days, but the deep wound would still need careful healing for another two weeks.
Under the crystal chandelier, her eyes were gentle.
Oliver didn't beat around the bush. "You saw him today, didn't you?"
Sarah was startled for a moment. Then she asked softly, "Did Nicole tell you?"
Oliver didn't deny it.
Sarah smiled serenely. "That little tattletale! Oliver, she's very close to you."
It was somewhat bittersweet.
Nicole was Lester's child and should have been closer to her, but after years in Oliver's care, their bond had become indistinguishable from that of father and daughter. Initially, Sarah felt melancholy about this, but later reasoned it was good that Oliver treated Nicole as his own.
She lowered her head to apply the medicine.
Oliver watched her delicate face and said softly, "Matthew wanted me dead simply to force you back home. But Sarah... he doesn't know you've never been an obedient child."
She had been purely sweet and compliant at first, but as she grew older, she developed a strong will of her own.
Oliver loved both versions of her.
In this moment, watching her eyes sparkle with life, he couldn't help but feel his heart stir.
Soon, intimate sounds filled the bedroom.
Passion knew no bounds.
By morning, he was no longer in bed.
But on his pillow, he'd left a small jewelry box. Inside was a delicate gold chain—nothing extravagant, but exactly the kind of everyday jewelry Sarah loved.
She fastened it around her slender neck, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
Oliver became very busy, spending all day at the company, sometimes traveling for business from a few days to a week. She occasionally saw negative news about the Windsor Group.
But the situation remained manageable.
The Moore family stood unshaken.
Summer passed into autumn.
That night, he returned from a business dinner reeking of alcohol, clearly having had too much to drink. Instead of showering immediately, he reclined on the sofa to sober up.
Sarah leaned over to loosen his tie and remarked, "Working so hard all the time—you might as well have stayed abroad."
Oliver opened his eyes to a slit.
He gently caught her hand, his blue eyes fixed on her. "Are you saying I'm not good enough anymore?" he asked tenderly.
Sarah shook her head.
She simply embraced him, holding him close before finally speaking, "I'm worried about you! Your liver is already weak, but you still drink like this every day. You're not invincible."
He was about to tease her for sounding more and more like Claire, but the words died on his lips.
Instead, they remained in that warm embrace.
The autumn grew deeper, but being with one's love made everything warm and comfortable.
A phone call shattered the peace.
It was Matthew.
On the other end, Matthew's voice was filled with rage, "Oliver, you played dirty getting Nicholas locked up! One hundred and twenty million dollars... you're truly ruthless!"
Oliver let out a soft snort, "Nicholas was greedy enough! As for being ruthless? You tried to have me killed, so I put your grandson behind bars. Isn't that just getting even? Which one of us is really being underhanded here? Matthew, don't be a hypocrite!"
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