"It's nothing."
Putting away all his emotions, Thomas Smith smiled as he walked over to sit beside Olivia, "I've already asked the servant to prepare the dishes you like, they'll bring them up later."
Olivia nodded with a delighted expression, "Thank you, second brother, I knew you cared for me the most."
She leaned her face against Thomas's chest, his smile was somewhat forced. He wondered if it was due to Edward's earlier words or perhaps after removing some filters and really looking at Olivia, he found the feeling remarkably different.
His mood at this moment was heavy and complicated, tinged with a bit of confusion, even feeling like he had lost the ability to judge.
Was Olivia right, or were the parents and family right?
Olivia was unaware of his feelings at the moment, leaning against his chest for a while, fearing he had been brainwashed again downstairs. She lifted her head from his chest and continued the incitement:
