Olivia Silver is accused of the murder of her husband and strives to gain her freedom and clear her name. She meets Rafael Okonkwo, the extremely rich, handsome, arrogant, selfish young man who also happens to be one the best lawyers the world has e...
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Olivia paced right in front of the brown door in front of her. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind it. It had been hours since the doctor went into Rafael's room but how come she hadn't heard news or a sound from inside. How could she? The door was totally sound proof.
She exhaled in frustration. She was getting really nervous. How long did she have to wait? She really hoped he was okay.
Olivia came to an abrupt halt right in front of the door as soon as she heard a soft click, followed by the cool air from the air conditioner that escaped from inside the large room just as the man in a white coat walked out with a tiny smile on his face, and another woman behind him in yet another white coat.
The smile on his face turned to a quick frown the moment his eyes came in contact with hers. He glared at her for a short while and then cleared his throat. He walked away, the nurse behind him, tagging along with the big bag in her hands.
The door was wide open. Olivia tried to look in, wondering if it was safe to just walk in. She couldn't see a thing.
This was it.
She let out a loud exhale, rubbing her palms together. She was going in. It took a lot of courage but she did eventually.
She knocked right before she walked in.
It smelt so nice. It was the first time she had ever been in his room and still it felt like she shouldn't be in it. She didn't even have the time to take a proper look. She came to a stop the moment she got to the small stairs leading to the large king sized bed at the corner of the room.
She could feel Susan glaring at her from where she stood, a thousand reasons clouding her head now. Olivia gulped hard. She slowly turned to Rafael who was busy putting his shirt back on. He had barely even noticed that anyone else was in the room until he followed Susan's gaze. He slowly turned to Olivia.
"What are you doing here?" Susan asked her, noticing how she just stood there, staring at the band-aid on Rafael's arm. Rafael cleared his throat, pulling his arm back so she didn't have to keep looking. Olivia raised her eyes to meet his.
She couldn't help but feel so guilty and sad for what had happened. Was that it? Was he really okay now? Was it really just a scratch?
"H-" her voice broke. She shut her eyes for a moment and drew a deep breath before she opened it again "H-how are you feeling?"
Susan scoffed, turning completely to look at her.
"You really have some guts coming back here." Olivia slowly turned to her.
"You're really bad luck, do you know that?" Susan told her "This is what happens every time you get people involved in your problems. This is all your fault."
"Susan-" Rafael tried to stop her. She quickly turned to him. She was so upset. He shook his head gently. Olivia took a deep breath.
"I just came here to see if you were really okay." She turned back to Rafael. "I feel really bad that this happened because of me."
