Olivia quickly clarified, "Mr. Harold, I'm Liv, not Ms. Nat. Please come to your senses."

Harold stared at her for a while and tightened his grip on her wrist.

"Impossible. You are clearly Ms. Nat. You can't fool me. What's this Liv nonsense?"

Olivia was rendered speechless. She didn't understand why all of the Millers seemed to have some mental issues.

Ethan appeared just as Olivia was at a loss for what to do. He came forward and pulled Harold's hand from Olivia.

"Grandpa, this is my wife. You made a mistake."

"Stop spewing nonsense. How can Ms. Nat be your wife? And brat, who are you calling Grandpa? I don't even have a son, much less a grandson."

Ethan looked at Harold with pain in his eyes. Harold loved him a lot when he was young, even though Harold was very strict with him.

Harold was someone important to Ethan. He felt bad when he saw that the once successful businessman had become a senile older man who didn't recognize his own family.

Harold instinctively tried to grab Olivia