The General's Replacement Doctor Wife

Chapter Fourteen

She wasn't agreeing with her adoptive mother's wishes to please her; Olivia was trying to protect the fragile peace of mind she had left. 

Once the wedding was behind her, she would finally have the freedom to live life on her terms. Until then, she had to endure this psychological torment. Olivia vowed to herself that this would be the last time she would be manipulated like a marionette by her controlling parents.

The following day, she had a lunch appointment with her future husband's parents.

It was a welcome relief that Mr. and Mrs. Hilton couldn't attend at the last minute. An urgent issue had arisen with one of their auction houses, requiring immediate attention as millions were at stake.

The Hilton family was known for their diverse business ventures like car dealerships, retail stores, real estate agencies. but their auction houses were the crown jewel. It was no wonder that Mrs. Hilton, who was obsessively focused on wedding planning, was compelled to leave for an overseas trip.

The drive to Bradford Estate was serene, perhaps because she didn't have to contend with her adoptive mother's watchful eye, dictating her what to do, what to wear, and how to behave according to her rigid standards of appropriateness.

Olivia collected herself when the Bradford Estate came to view. The colossal gates opened, allowing her entry. She felt a little nervous as she parked her car and walked toward the massive doors.

When she entered the house, the housekeeper greeted her with a polite smile. “Welcome, Miss Olivia. Mrs. Bradford is waiting in the dining room.”

She nodded and followed the housekeeper down a long hallway.

The dining room was bright and spacious. Large windows allowed sunlight to stream in, highlighting the elegant table set for lunch. Fresh peonies adorned the center, and a mouthwatering aroma drifted in the air.

Lily stood up to embrace Olivia, which made the latter feel at ease. “Thank you for accepting my invitation, dear.”

Mr. Bradford entered the room and gave Olivia a warm smile. He gestured to one of the chairs. “Please sit down. My wife has prepared a lovely meal for us.”

Soon, they were all seated around the table.

Olivia took a moment to admire the dishes before her: fresh salad, lobster, sophisticated pasta dishes, grilled chicken, and a rich chocolate cake for dessert.

She had never felt this special before. This was a magnificent contrast to how she was treated at the Hilton Mansion.

“It’s a shame my son couldn't join us today,” Lily said as they began to eat.

Olivia cleared her throat. She rarely saw Clayton these days; his schedule was packed with training and commitments. However, she understood why he was so busy. His promotion was coming soon, and it was a big deal.

“It can’t be helped,” she let out a thoughtful sigh. “Clayton is working so hard for his future. I understand that because of this, he can’t be around as much.”

“So, tell us about yourself, Olivia,” Mr. Bradford changed the topic to brighten the mood. “We’d like to know your hobbies.”

“I enjoy painting, Sir,” Olivia admitted, feeling that she could share everything with the couple without fearing judgment.

He raised his brows. “Clayton hasn't mentioned it to us.”

“I don't think he knows.”

“Well, I would love to see some of your work one day.”