The Day They Looked For Me, I Had Already Forgotten Them Chapter 08

The Day They Looked For Me, I Had Already Forgotten Them Chapter 08

Olivia tried to laugh it off.

“What footage? The cameras must have malfunctioned.”

“Bring Maya out here and let her accuse me to my face. Does she dare?”

Julian suddenly raised his voice.

“Olivia Bennett!”

“Keep playing dumb, and I won’t go easy on you.”

Only then did Olivia become truly frightened.

She stammered out the truth.

“I-I saw all that money in the piggy bank. I thought she had stolen it, and I was going to expose her. Then I accidentally fell onto the shards from the piggy bank.”

As they listened, Mom and Dad slowly clenched their fists.

Julian kept pressing her, his voice cold.

“What about the time you claimed Maya poured scalding water on you?”

Olivia bit her lip and reluctantly admitted, “I saw her heating water and tried to scare her. She was the one who lost her grip and spilled it on herself.”

“It was her own fault for being so clumsy! So what if she got burned? It’s not like she was disfigured.”

Julian’s expression turned dark.

“What else?”

“You also claimed she pushed you down the stairs. And you said she put a dead mouse in your backpack.”

Olivia finally lost her patience and screamed hysterically.

“I lied! I did all of it!”

“I threw myself down the stairs, and I put the mouse in my own backpack. It was all me! I couldn’t stand her. I couldn’t stand watching every one of you fuss over her. I wanted her gone!”

“I wanted her dead!”

Even after that confession, Olivia still wore the same smug expression.

She was far too confident.

Mom and Dad had indulged her for years. She was certain that even after learning the truth, they would do

what they had always done scold her for being thoughtless, then continue treating her like a princess.

She was about to soften her voice and sweet-talk her way out of it.

Then she turned around and met my parents’ eyes.

The look in their eyes no longer held affection or indulgence.

There was only open, unmistakable hatred.

“Dad… Mom?”

Olivia’s voice faltered.

A sharp slap answered her.

Mom struck her without holding back, sending Olivia crashing into a vase beside her. It toppled over and

shattered across the floor.

Mom trembled from head to toe, speaking through clenched teeth.

“Don’t call me Mom. I don’t have a daughter as vicious as you.

“We raised you for all these years. Even after learning you weren’t our biological daughter, we still let you remain part of this family.”

“We did not keep you here so you could bully Maya and treat her like dirt.”

Dad stepped forward and glared down at Olivia.

“Get out.”

“Get out of this house!”

Olivia lay sprawled on the floor.

In disbelief, she realized she might have gone too far.

She scrambled forward and reached for Dad’s pant leg.

“No. Dad, Mom, let me explain…”

Dad kicked her away, his expression resolute.

“Someone get her out of here!”

“From this day forward, Olivia is no longer part of the Bennett family.”

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Everyone in the city knew that the Bennetts’ biological daughter had disappeared five years earlier.

Despite a massive citywide search, no one found anything.

The only lead was grainy security footage from the abandoned-road, but it showed nothing.

Olivia Bennett, once the pampered daughter the Bennetts had raised as their own, was publicly disowned by the family.

Her grades had been poor, and Mom and Dad had originally planned to send her overseas for college.

Instead, they threw her out.

With no college degree or family connections, she couldn’t even find a place to stay in the city.

At first, she tried calling her former friends to borrow money.

But everyone knew she was the castoff the Bennett family had disowned.

The people who had once surrounded her with flattery now avoided her at all costs.

Over the next five years, she handed out flyers on the street, worked bottle service at nightclubs, and was even arrested twice for theft.

She lived in a dark, damp basement apartment in a rundown neighborhood and struggled every day just to

afford food.

Sometimes, when she was drunk, she screamed at strangers that she was the Bennett heiress, that Maya was a curse on the family, and that Maya had stolen everything from her.

No one believed her.

Who could connect this woman with the spoiled, overbearing younger Bennett daughter she had once been?

All anyone saw was an unhinged woman ranting in the street.