She considered all the possibilities for how this could play out on her way to Collington

Cove. All she had to do was abandon her pride and cooperate with Marina. It couldn't be that difficult. What did her pride matter when she was about to die anyway?

It was her first time inside Collington Cove.

The decorations were all to her liking: blue arches, horseshoe-shaped windows, gray walls, and white curtains swaying in the sea breeze. It had a mysterious, romantic air to it.

It was a pity that the owner of the house was Marina.

With the maid leading her, Olivia arrived at the spacious and bright living room. The room sported a 270-degree circular floor-to-ceiling window that provided a clear view of the sea from every angle.

Before she spotted Marina, something touched her leg. It was Connor, whom she hadn't seen for some time.

"Mommy," he called out, his voice cute and pleasant to the ear. His eyes were sparkling like stars in the sky, and Olivia felt a little more affectiona