Transferred to another life

**Chapter Fifty: Clara's Conviction**

Olivia hadn't intended to eavesdrop. After leaving Charles's study, her head held high, confidence surging through her veins, she heard Clara's voice slip through the barely closed door behind her. The urgency in her tone made Olivia hesitate, and curiosity quickly overtook her. She stepped quietly back toward the study, positioning herself just out of sight, yet close enough to catch every word.

Inside, Clara's voice was laced with frustration and determination. "Father, I don't care what you think—Matthew is right. Olivia is dangerous, and we need to do something about her."

Charles sighed heavily, the weight of the family drama evident in his voice. "Clara, Matthew is recovering. You can't take everything he says as truth. He's still fragile."

"Fragile doesn't mean wrong!" Clara shot back, her voice rising. "You've seen it, haven't you? Olivia is... different. Ever since she came back, she's been twisting things, manipulating everyone. I've watched her, Father. She's turning Aunt Beatrice into her pawn, and Matthew—he wouldn't have gotten sick on his own. She's behind it, I'm sure of it."

Charles's response came slowly, his words tired. "Clara, you're speaking of your sister. You're accusing her of poisoning Matthew, of using some kind of magic. Do you hear how absurd that sounds?"

Olivia's heart raced as she strained to hear more. *Clara's smarter than I gave her credit for,* she thought, her pulse quickening. This was getting dangerous. Clara was getting too close to the truth.

Clara, however, wasn't backing down. Her voice softened, but the determination in her words was unyielding. "Father, I know this is hard for you to accept, but we both know Olivia has always dabbled in strange things—alchemy, experiments. That never changed. She's dangerous. I've seen how she's manipulated Aunt Beatrice, how she's making Matthew look like a madman. She's trying to turn you against all of us."

Charles groaned, frustration clear in his tone. "You have no proof, Clara. You're asking me to believe that your sister is... what? Some kind of villain, poisoning her own brother and controlling Beatrice with dark arts? It's absurd."

"It's not absurd," Clara insisted. "Father, you know deep down that something isn't right. Olivia has always been a master at hiding her true intentions. She's playing us all. And I'm afraid of what she'll do next. If we don't stop her now, it'll be too late."

A heavy silence hung in the air. Olivia's blood pounded in her ears as she waited for her father's response. She could feel Clara's words worming their way into his mind, planting seeds of doubt and fear.

Charles's voice came next, low and filled with hesitation. "Clara, what are you suggesting? What do you want me to do?"

Clara didn't hesitate. "We need to get her out of the house. Tomorrow. She can't stay here anymore. She's dangerous, and if we let her stay, she'll tear this family apart. I'm sure of it."

Olivia's heart stopped.

Kick her out? Clara was calling for her to be thrown out of Darkwood Manor. The confidence Olivia had felt just minutes earlier now crumbled under the weight of Clara's conviction. She pressed herself closer to the door, her breath shallow, waiting for Charles's final word.

There was a long, tense pause before Charles spoke again. "I don't know, Clara. Kicking her out... it's extreme."

"No, Father. It's necessary," Clara said firmly. "We can't risk it any longer. Tomorrow at breakfast, you need to tell her she has to leave. For everyone's safety. Matthew has suffered enough, and we can't let her do any more damage."

Another pause. Olivia held her breath, her body trembling as she awaited her father's decision.

Finally, Charles sighed deeply, resignation creeping into his voice. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. If Matthew's right... if what you're saying is true, then... it's for the best."

A sharp pang of betrayal shot through Olivia's chest. Her own father, convinced by Clara's manipulations, was planning to throw her out of her home. She had expected resistance, even suspicion—but not this. Not a total rejection.

"We'll do it at breakfast," Charles added, his voice heavy with regret. "It has to be done."

Clara's voice softened with relief. "Thank you, Father. I know it's hard, but it's the only way."

Olivia felt the air thicken around her as she stepped back, her mind racing. She couldn't stay here any longer—couldn't risk being caught. She turned quietly, her feet moving swiftly down the hall as she retreated to her chambers, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she shut her bedroom door behind her, Olivia's breathing quickened. She leaned against the cold wood, her mind a whirl of anger, fear, and panic.

*So they want to kick me out?* she thought bitterly, her fingers curling into tight fists. *Clara thinks she can turn my own father against me, make me into the villain?*

Her eyes darkened as a cold fury settled in her chest. She had been playing the long game, carefully manipulating the pieces, but Clara's bold move had pushed her into a corner. Now, Olivia had no choice but to act quickly and decisively.

She couldn't be thrown out—not yet. Not when she was so close to cementing her control over the family.

If they wanted to see her as a villain, then perhaps it was time for Olivia to embrace that role fully. But she would not be beaten. Not by Clara. Not by anyone.

Tomorrow morning, at breakfast, she would face them all—and she would not go down without a fight.