The Fixer | H.G

23• What's the truth?

Note: Sorry for the first two viewers, whoever they are, about the last chapter. Wattpad tricked me and published unedited version of the chapter. But I edited it, you can read it again and enjoy it :)
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Olivia is brushing Roman's hair and adjusting his hospital bed while Shelley is setting outside on the steps.

Olivia finishes up before going to the table that has been occupied by the dollhouse to pick up a bouquet of flowers.

"Flowers are for funerals." She says in disgust before tossing the bouquet away, she then picks up what Peter's brought the other day. "From your friend. I have little use for their kind in years." Then she lifts her head from it to look ahead. "In face of difficulty, large grievances become... So minor." As she looks at her son.

She puts the  away as knock starts on the door.

"Mrs. Godfrey." Nellie says as she stands at the doorway. Olivia looks at her with expression and then eyes her.

Nellie just drops her hand from the door to her side, as she still standing at her spot, waiting for the lady's permission, but gingerly a bit looking at her.

"Who allowed you to come in the house?" Olivia asks with a raised brow.

"It's- it's that middle-aged, who polity ooened the door for me." She answers in a polite tone. "I presume it's his job, right?" But Olivia just nods, unsatisfied. She beckons to the girl to come in, and Nellie does so relieved, a bit.

"What were you doing in the White Tower?" Olivia suddenly asks her before she could approaches Roman's bed. Nellie looks at her, then up and down quickly before answering.

"I was asking about something."

"About what where you asking? And why were you there in the first place? And with what authority you were asking?" Olivia suddenly bombards her with questions, her cool expression drops eventually.

"Which question you want its answer first?" Nellie acts dumb but hiddenly, to don't make Olivia notice.

"About what were you asking?" She snaps at her.

"About what happened to Roman."

"Why?"

"Because. Yeah he using drugs, but not to the level that overdose him."

Oh you speaking like you know my son better than me!" She exclaims in both 'this nonsense' and 'I'm not buying' manners.

"I never said that." Nellie immediately defends. "Might someone did something to him and you all thinking that he dosed."

"Someone like who?" Olivia asks in 'What's this nonsense?' Manner.

"I dunno." Nellie shrugs. "But ma'am, you can't deny that there could some people jealous of your son, at least for his classy level." She tries to reason.

"Someone like you maybe?" That makes Nellie innocent expression... Changes.

"Excuse me? May I ask what do you mean?" She asks, offended.

"I know what you've done to that little boy who bullied my daughter and talked filthy about your sister."

"So? What does it mean?"

"An imbecile would understand, but I guess you're worse." Olivia says, crossing her arms.

"Did someone saw me there? No. I wasn't know where the hell is he going. So surely it wasn't me, ma'am." Nellie defends herself, totally mad, but still remaining calm.

"Well, I don't wanna see you here anymore, stay away from my children."

"Your children one of them is gonna be adult who can finally be independent and responsible for his behaviors, and making his decisions by himself. So certainly whatever you think of me, isn't true, or he would never deal with me." Nellie firmly states, but Olivia just looks at her coldly then eyes her briefly.