Her words directly pierced the thoughts Olivia originally harbored in her heart, and her face suddenly turned pale.
She looked at the sarcasm in Evelyn Taylor's eyes and forced a smile at the corner of her mouth, saying:
"How... how could it be, I know my sister isn't the type to be petty or to quibble."
"It's good that you know, so you don't have to specially run off to apologize to her."
"Yes, thank you, Mom, please send my regards to my sister on my behalf."
Evelyn Taylor was already impatient to keep up the pretense with Olivia and replied indifferently, then walked outside.
As she stepped out, she thought of something, paused, looked back at Olivia who was still behind her, and said:
"You don't need to compete with the servants for their chores. We have enough servants at home, just stay put and don't trouble them."
Olivia's expression stiffened slightly, then she pressed her lips and nodded.
"I understand, Mom, I will listen to you as long as you don't send me away."
