Olivia and Old Mrs. Sullivan arrived at the study room. The old woman wasted no time in closing the door behind them with a sense of urgency. Once the door was shut, she turned to Olivia with a serious expression.
"Olivia, my dear," Old Mrs. Sullivan began, her tone grave. "I'm glad you're here. I hope you remember what we discussed on the phone."
Olivia nodded, "Of course, Mrs. Sullivan. I remember our conversation on the phone."
Old Mrs. Sullivan's eyes gleamed with determination as she leaned in closer to Olivia. "Good. So, you know what needs to be done. We must sow seeds of doubt and misunderstanding between Jacob and Grace. And with your history with them, it will be much easier to accomplish."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Sullivan," Olivia replied. "I'll do whatever it takes to assist you in this endeavor. This will be a piece of cake for me."